It is my final week before the hysterectomy. Well, not even a week really as the operation is on Thursday (this Thursday – 3 more sleeps!). I am trying to do all the running I possibly can and last week in the 4 days that I was out I ran 52km in total. I feel bereft knowing I will be out of action for weeks and that by the time I can run again I am going to have to start at a lower level. Just when my legs got reliable again and my lungs felt like they could even handle a tough interval sessions. Talk about first world problems.
Tomorrow I will have the pre-op appointment with my doctor. I will write a post about it afterwards, just in case anyone would like to know what happens during one of those. I should say that I am lucky enough to have this operation privately through my husband’s health insurance. No NHS (National Health Service) for me. Also, I know the surgeon as he did my laparoscopy last year so feel very reassured about everything – I know he is good (and the fact he is funny, too, helps!).
I think I am more nervous about the practical things surrounding the surgery; could I come to work the following week (busy busy busy), how will my husband cope taking care of everything for a few weeks (he is also busy busy busy), will my youngest be upset seeing mommy laid up in bed again. Then I start making mental lists of what to prepare:
– order groceries online to be delivered before I go into the hospital so my husband doesn’t have to go shopping on top of everything else
– figure out what bottoms to bring to the hospital to come home in
– make sure I get up at 5am (just do it – thanks Nike) on the morning of the operation to go for my last run; I am not allowed to eat after 11am (operation will be after 5pm sometime) so everything needs to be moved forward
And so the list grows..
I think I am getting a bit nervous. And excited. And sad. Maybe I am just getting a bit hysterical. Might as well considering the age old treatment was the removal of the uterus!