One Lovely Blog Award

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I’ve been nominated by my new friend, Delayed But Not Denied, for the One Lovely Blog Award! Please take a moment to check out her site, she is a relatively new blogger here and is such an encouragement to me, as well as being a fellow sister in Christ. Thank you, Delayed But Not Denied, for the nomination. I look forward to following you on your sojourn and celebrating our miracle babies someday soon!

Here are the Rules:

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  1. Thank the person that nominated you and leave a link to their blog
  2. Post about the award
  3. Share seven facts about yourself
  4. Nominate other people (15 at most)
  5. Tell your nominees the good news!

Okay, 7 things about me… hmm. Let’s see:

  1. I like to pretend that I can play the piano. We have one at home and I can [sort of] remember from my childhood lessons how to read music. I can even remember a decent amount of tunes I once knew! The fact is, I’m probably definitely much rustier at playing that I like to imagine… maybe adult lessons are in order.
  2. I also like to think that I can carry a tune. Jake enjoys informing me that I, in fact, cannot carry a tune in a bucket. But I still sing anyway… especially at church… loudly. Which he just loves.
  3. My ultimate dream is to one day own and operate an animal rescue. All critters welcome! In the meantime, I’m completely okay with rescuing as many critters as I can fit in my home without becoming, well, that weird animal-hoarding lady.
  4. I’m a paralegal and I LOVE my field of work! I have my bachelor’s degree in legal studies and am currently studying for a voluntary national certification test, which I am taking next week (eek!). Nervous!
  5. Next year I’ll have known my husband for exactly half of my life. We met when I was I was 18 and he was 24. Man, okay now I feel old….
  6. I’ve become a total e-book snob. I love to read so much, but don’t have tons of room to store books. Hence, my e-reader gets lots of action.
  7. I’m also a coffee aficionado. I loooooove coffee, perhaps a bit too much. TTC = limited caffeine intake, so I’m often at odds with myself and my love of the  coffea arabica bean.

 

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Now, for the nominations! I nominate:

  1. Angela at Surviving Infertility
  2. Lisa at Bloomin Uterus
  3. AKL at Baby Wanted! An IVF Journey
  4. 30yr Old Nothing at Tales of a 30 Year Old Nothing
  5. Single Gene Me at Single Gene Me
  6. Meghan at Whistle While You Wait

 

 

Conceiving to Conceive

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It’s so strange to be having a normal cycle: I almost don’t know what to do with myself. What is this for-real cycle that I seem to be in? The real test will be when (well, if) I ovulate this cycle—which is scheduled to happen this weekend—because ovulation has been so hit or miss for me this past year. What else is a girl to do, except to order another 50-pack of cheap Wondfo OPKs and continue temping for a temperature spike? The concept of no intermenstrual bleeding, on-time ovulation (without weird luteal phase lengths), and the same 20% chance of pregnancy as the Fertiles have is kind of mind-blowing. And exciting!

My first period post-op arrived right on time, and I ended my surgery cycle on a much-needed positive note of a normal 27-day cycle. My period itself was not so normal, as it came in fits and starts and lasted less than three days. I experienced far less cramping than usual (hooray!); in its place though I had scary insane uterine pains. It was as if someone were mercilessly jabbing at my uterus with an ice-pick and it lasted all day long for several days. The ice-pick stabs began to retreat on cycle day 3 and I haven’t had to take any narcotic pain meds since then.

As for recovery, all continues to be well (stabbing uterine pains aside). I ended up being allergic to the surgical glue which was used to close my incisions.  I’m basically allergic to nothing, so I was totally not expecting this. The allergic reaction is ongoing and unrelenting: think raised, angry red bumps, swollen skin, and ceaseless itching. Hydrocortisone cream has been my newest BFF; we go everywhere together these days. Although I’ve removed all of the surgical glue, only the passage of time will clear up the allergic reaction… which cannot happen fast enough.

So yes, it’s an unfamiliar feeling—in a good way!—to be entering into a cycle right now knowing that I could conceive this month as a fact. Not as a slim chance or as a shot in a dark: an actual, bona fide chance! No more ambiguity, no more wondering. No more trying to ignore the deep down sinking feeling that something, somewhere is physically very wrong and my efforts are probably for naught. I’m still adjusting to the idea that my pregnancy chances are now normal… It’s been a long time coming.

Normal chances or not, a pregnancy now would be still a miracle of sorts in my book, since there remains the matter of my somewhat inhospitable uterus for an embryo to contend with: (1) I have a moderately arcuate uterus, which increases the risk of a second trimester miscarriage; and (2) Dr. Din is pretty positive that I have adenmyosis going on in my uterus, in addition to the endometriosis outside of my uterus (I’m not sure what this means for me going forward?). Oh yeah: and the risk for ectopic pregnancy is much higher following procedures that unblock the fallopian tubes, so I’m not yet out of the woods. I don’t mean this to sound pessimistic. These are just real hurdles I may encounter, and I have to be aware of them, both feet in.

In the meantime, I’m back on the bandwagon full steam ahead:

  • Stocked up on Brazil nuts… a whole 2 pounds of them
  • Daily red raspberry leaf tea (during follicular phase only)
  • Basal body temping
  • Timed intercourse
  • Ovulation prediction strips
  • Pre-Seed lubricant
  • And so on and so forth

I’ve also added these guys to my already extensive supplement list (prenatal vitamins, Vitamin D, Vitamin C/Ester C, CoQ10, DHEA, L-Arginine, and baby aspirin), which is probably a post for another day:

  • Serrapeptase
  • Mineral supplement
  • Migravent (unrelated to fertility; this is a mineral supplement that’s supposed to help reduce the frequency of migraines. I average 1 migraine every 2 weeks, which usually puts me out of commission for an average of three days. We’ll see how this does…)

 

It feels good to feel normal. I’ll take it for as long as it lasts.

Peace.

Surgery Recap: Part 2 of 2

The other day I posted here about my experience with my most recent surgery for endometriosis. Here’s the second half of how things went:

For background, I was diagnosed with severe stage four endometriosis during my two surgeries that preceded this month’s surgery (these were surgeries # 3 and 4). In both of those prior surgeries, the operating doctors each separately told me that I had the worse case of endo they’d ever seen. That’s not exactly bragging rights… who wants to hear that they have the worst case of [fill-in-the-blank medical thing]? During surgery #3 my severe endo, along with several chocolate cysts, were all removed. Thirteen months later, during surgery #4, all the endo had returned, and then some. Organs that weren’t even adjacent to one another were adhered together. Bad stuff.

Surgery #4 took place five years ago, which is the longest I’ve gone between surgeries. Since then, I have been TTC and have experienced near-constant ovary pain. Jake and I have not achieved any [natural] pregnancies in the five and a half years that we’ve been trying for a baby, nor has my ovarian pain ceased in that time. Then, for several months in 2016, I was having unexplained intermenstrual bleeding. Sex has also been quite painful for me these last few months, mainly around my cervix.


This time around, during surgery #5, Dr. Din and I were prepared to find lots of endometrial implants (i.e. endometriosis), some burst cysts, multiple adhesions, and maybe even some uterine polyps or fibroids thrown in for good measure that might explain my mystery bleeding. But not so!

Here’s what Dr. Din did NOT find:

  • No burst (or whole) cysts
  • No fibroids
  • No polyps
  • No endometrial implants

Take a look at that last one again: no endometrial implants. That means I had NO ENDOMETRIOSIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! None. Dr. Din said that possibly there’s some microscopic endometriosis going on, but nothing severe enough that it’s visible.

How does one go from severe stage four, rapidly recurring endometriosis to no endometriosis? There’s just not an explanation. The endo should’ve returned with a vengeance in these five years, just like it returned with a vengeance in the thirteen months between surgeries #3 and #4. My only explanation is prayer. I cannot be convinced otherwise. I believe that God has kept my endometriosis from returning, and I am so very thankful.

Here’s what Dr. Din did find:

  • Pelvic Adhesive Disease: Adhesions had stuck my colon to my uterus. The colo-rectal surgeon who was en suite during my procedure removed these adhesions. Dr  Din explained that my pain during sex was as follows: Penetration was hitting my cervix, which was then pushing on the adhesions, which were then pushing against my uterus and colon, causing a big messy ball of pain. Yikes! This also explains why I’ve had painful bowel movements for, like, a year.
  • Ovarian Adhesions:  My ovary was encased on all sides by adhesions. Dr. Din described it as being wrapped in layers of Saran wrap. These were all removed.
  • Fallopian Tube Blockage: Here’s the biggie: My fallopian tube (I only have one tube and one ovary) was completely blocked by adhesions where the tube meets my ovary (distal); it was not blocked where the tube meets my uterus (proximal). This explains why I haven’t gotten pregnant: my body was literally unable to become pregnant. Although I’ve been somewhat regularly ovulating, the egg couldn’t penetrate through the dense adhesions. Meaning the egg couldn’t even get into my fallopian tube for a chance at fertilization. This was a total surprise, and there’s no telling how long it’s been blocked. Dr. Din used a procedure called chromotubation during my surgery—which is like an HSG, only better—to verify that I have no further blockages. My 2015 HSG showed that my tube was clear, but Dr. Din chalked that up to a false positive. I’m not so sure about that, and plan to investigate it further.

At least as of this moment, I am fully fertile! That is what I choose to focus on. There is absolutely no reason why I cannot get pregnant on my own for the time being. Yes, there is a very distinct medical possibility that the adhesions/blockages will return in time. Will it be a few months? or a year? No telling. Removal of distal fallopian tube blockage unfortunately has a pretty poor success rate when it comes to keeping the tube open in the long run. But I’m believing for the best; God is on my side! And in the meantime, I’m studying up on different methods and success rates of FT blockage removal.

Besides, it’s not like I can’t have another surgery in the future. In all seriousness. Part of me has already begun prepping for that possibility. I will do whatever it takes to keep my remaining reproductive organs inside my body where they belong.


As far as recovery goes, I have no complaints. I had surgery on a Wednesday and went back to work on Monday. The five days in between I took it very easy.

Pain has been minimal. Sometimes I feel a deep, organ-y pain in my uterus and tube that no medication can touch. And my ovary still hurts exactly like it did before; I’m hoping that will go away once I’ve healed more.

I ended up with four incisions instead of the three that Dr. Din promised; three of these incisions were made over my existing scars, and the fourth is new. The new incision is above where my belly button used to be. Dr. Din took a peek under the hood at my umbilical area and reported back to me that the umbilical mesh which I had installed during my 2008 surgery (surgery #2) is holding up well. I’ve been having umbilical pain the past few days—probably from that area being messed with—but it’s quieting down now. One of my incisions is a bit weepy and sometimes bleeds, so I’ve been keeping it covered lately. Otherwise, all’s been well.

Here’s some pics of the progress I’ve made, from days 1 – 6:

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Oh, and I finally pooped today! That only took a week. Ugh. Surgery really backs up the pipes. It still hurts some to go, but that’s because human colons don’t much enjoy being handled and prodded. My pooping pain shouldn’t last long. Aren’t you so pleased that you read down this far?! If WordPress had emojis, I’d absolutely insert a poop emoji right about now.

On surgery day I forgot to remind Dr. Din to remove the epidermal inclusion cysts on one of my scars. Grrrr… That might be something a dermatologist can take care of for me in the future, so no real worries.


My post-op appointment isn’t for another six days. Hopefully I’ll take home some gory surgical pics from the appointment to share with you all.

Peace.

 

 

 

 

Surgery Recap: Part 1 of 2

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It’s been five days since my latest surgery and I’m feeling excellent! By far this has been the easiest surgical recovery I’ve ever had. I’m so immensely grateful to God for a less painful, less complicated, less messy recovery and to the stellar medical team that assisted.

This was my first “true” laparoscopy: my first laparoscopy (surgery #1) turned into a laparotomy. My second laparoscopy (surgery #4) was both a laparoscopy and a surprise episiotomy. Now that I’ve had a “true” lap, I find that recovery is not nearly as intense as being cut open. Such a relief!

Since I’ve been doing so many bullet-style posts lately, I thought I’d keep up tradition today. It’s kind of a long read, so I broke it up into two posts. This first part is about my surgery experience. The second part will be about my surgical treatment and diagnoses.

Here’s the recap of part 1:

Hospital: 

I had to be at the hospital at 6:00 a.m. on surgery day. The hospital is an hour drive from my house. I also had to shower with special antimicrobial soap both the night before surgery and the morning of surgery, so I was up at 3:30 a.m. to begin the festivities. Plus I wanted to do one last sweep of my house to make sure it was tidy and that all necessities were in reach of my bed, where I planned to convalesce for the next several days.

Jake had nursing clinicals the day of my surgery and wasn’t able to stay with me for the long haul. Fortunately, his clinical site was in the same town as the hospital, so he drove me to the hospital. He stayed stayed for an hour before having to leave for clinicals. Jake was dressed in his nursing scrubs, so I was accompanied to the hospital by a tall, good looking male almost-nurse! There was some initial confusion about that, because the hospital staff thought that Jake was an employee! Once that misunderstanding was straightened out, all the nurses went completely gaga over Jake. They kept fussing about him being a male almost-nurse and giving him nursing tips and advice. It made his day.

Pre-Surgery: 

Dr. Din’s surgical orders were written as though I’d be spending the night in the hospital. My previous two surgeries (surgeries # 3 and # 4) I spent between 2 to 3 nights in the hospital, so I had packed an overnight bag this time just in case. Dr. Din was simply being overly cautious, and all the nurses were surprised to see that I had overnight orders for a same-day surgery.

And I had such great nurses! They were simply wonderful and professional! If you read my previous post, I talked about how getting stuck with the hand IV needle is one of the worst things about surgery to me. When I asked my nurse, Dawn, for an arm IV, she agreed… until she realized that I was having robotic surgery. Apparently patients can only have a hand IV when the doctor is operating with “the robot” (that’s what all the nurses called it: either “the robot” or “robo-lap”). Dawn was very understanding about my concerns of hand pain. She investigated my veins and told me that I have “teeny tiny veins, no hand fat, and thick vein walls” which meant that I was a “tough stick.” These are all her words. Dawn warmed my hand in a heated blanket for 15 minutes before getting my IV ready, which made a huge difference in helping to plump up my vein! The IV needle hurt, of course, but it was the best hand stick I’ve ever had.  I was very pleased. Unlike the terrible blood draw from last week (which looked like this a full week later)…:

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…my hand IV had minimal bruising. Here’s what it looked like mere hours after surgery:

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The anesthesiologist also let me pop a Maxalt pre-surgery (migraine medication). I’d had a migraine for three days pre-op, and the medical teams was concerned that anesthesia would make my migraine worse. I was more than delighted to be able to finally have some relief.

All the usual suspects stopped in my room pre-surgery to ask me routine questions and do their respective prep work: anesthesiologist, nurse assistants, OR nurse, and Dr. Din himself. Twenty minutes before my scheduled surgery time, Nurse Dawn slipped a healthy dose of Versed (a sedation medication that is similar to Xanax, but on mega steroids) into my IV. The Versed combined with my Maxalt had me sooooo chill: I would’ve agreed to any procedures at that point! I suppose that’s why they had me sign all my consents before giving me any meds.

The Operating Room: 

The OR room was the standard spaceship-like, high-tech operating room. Instead of the cold, hard, metal table that I was anticipating, the nurses had me scoot onto a surgical table that was covered in eggshell foam. In my medicated state, it looked like the exact same kind of eggshell foam that you’d keep on your mattress at home for extra padding. It was so cozy and soft, and I totally didn’t mind.

The last thing I remember was Dr. Din standing bedside patting me on the shoulder. My lack of sleep—combined with the Versed and Maxalt—knocked me out cold before they even administered the anesthesia. I sure made the anesthesiologist’s job easy! From there, it was go time.

Post-Surgery: 

My post-surgery wake up was typical: as in, I didn’t want to get up. Come to think of it, I’m actually like this pretty much every morning in real life too… I kept falling back asleep each time the nurses shook me. To my great annoyance, the nurses continued to shake me and tell me to wake up until I finally, reluctantly listened.

Upon waking up I was in a decent amount of pain, but not nearly as much pain as I’m used to experiencing post-anesthesia. I felt a strong, deeply painful urge to pee and rather weepily asked for a bedpan. Of course I couldn’t actually go pee once they brought the bedpan. The bladder is the one organ that takes the longest to “wake up” after surgery, so it was a figment of my imagination that I needed to pee at all.

I stayed in the recovery room for three hours. A new nurse periodically checked my stats. I begged her for ice chips. She brought me a delicious cup of ice chips, but, maddeningly, would only give me one chip at at time! Then she’d set the cup down—just out of my reach—and disappear for fifteen minutes. Those long minutes she was gone I would give that cup the stare down and will it closer to me with the power of my (still-medicated) mind. In my post-anesthesia fog, I concocted asinine methods of how I could somehow move the ice chip cup toward me… except I was just too groggy to actually try them. Every fifteen minutes the nurse reappeared to give me one single ice chip (so agonizing—I wanted the whole cup) before she left again. I remember feeling so very sad about my ice chips. She was not my favorite nurse.

After recovery, I was transferred back to a room. “Room” is a loose term: I think it was actually the pre-surg area all over again, and each ‘room’ was only separated with curtains. Jake was able to come see me here. My recovery nurse, Gerri, also fell in love with Jake in his scrubs! They talked shop over my head most of the time.

Gerri was kinder than my previous nurse: not only did she let me have A WHOLE ENTIRE CUP of ice chips, she also gave me two cranberry juices and packets of crackers. I liked Gerri very much. She more than made up for the Ice Chip Nazi.

Medications: 

My post-op meds consisted of Toradol for pain (which is a joke of a narcotic painkiller IMO), Zofran for nausea, and Dilaudid for pain, and some other medication that I can’t recall.

I specifically requested Dilaudid instead of Morphine. Morphine doesn’t really touch my pain, and it gives me incredible nausea. I’ve learned that the hard way. Dilaudid, even though it’s five times stronger than Morphine, manages my pain well and doesn’t make me nauseous. To my relief, the docs were very accommodating of my request for Dilaudid.

I was sent home with a bottle of Percocet, in the lowest dosage available, which I initially thought was very uncool of Dr. Din.  I’ve ended up not needing as many of them as I usually do during a recovery, so it all worked out in the end.

Next Up: 

Next up in Part 2 is what was found and diagnosed in surgery, plus my recovery.

I said all that to say this: I’m not completely sure why I typed this first part of the surgery out. It was a very standard and unexciting surgery. *But* if this info might one day help someone else who is about to have her first laparoscopy and give her an idea of what to expect, then it’s worth these 1,525 words after all.

Stay tuned!

 

Operation: Operation = Success!

Just a really quick update for now, since my typing skills are currently crap (hello, pain meds!) and it’s hard to keep coherent thoughts in order.

I had my laparoscopy/D&C/hysteroscopy/biopsy yesterday. Everything went very, very well. Like, stellar. Superb. Dr. Din found exactly what we’d expected to find, and then some that we weren’t expecting.

I’ll write an actual post soon, when I’m not loaded on pain killers and after the anesthesia’s completely worn off.

In the meantime I’m recovering at home, where Jake’s been taking excellent care of me. Unfortunately, he’s in nursing clinical rotation right now and can’t take any time off during the day to stay with me. My sister is with me today instead to help me out. Our house has loads of stairs and I can’t manage them or care for the pets in my current state, so I’m very grateful for her being here with me.

 

Here’s where I’m at right now. Don’t worry: it looks worse than it actually feels!

Thank you all for your prayers and well wishes. By far this has been my best surgery yet, and I’m so thankful to God for showing up in a big way.

Update to follow.

 

 

 

 

Pre-Op: Check (plus a Blogging Milestone)

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This morning I went to the hospital for my pre-op formalities for my upcoming laparoscopy. It was all very routine: blood work drawn, insurance paperwork reviewed and copay for the surgery itself paid, plus a brief meeting with a nurse to go over the other detail that I won’t bore you with.

The first phlebotomist who drew my blood did a terrible job! She stuck me twice, both times with no luck. She was fumbling around for so long that my arm was turning purple from the tourniquet. Now I’m no newbie to having blood drawn and it normally doesn’t faze me, but I found myself getting frustrated with her. Fortunately, a more experienced phlebotomist stepped in and saved the day by finishing the job! My arm is quite sore from the first phlebotomist’s missteps, but I figured no biggie. But then the hospital called me two hours after I’d left to let me know they’d “forgotten” to draw an extra vial of blood that was needed, and would I mind coming back in for another “quick draw” (which is an hour drive each way for me)? Yes, I do mind! But I’ve little choice in the matter. So back I go tomorrow! Hmmph.

Only 6 more days until surgery day! *Gulp.* My nerves are starting to amp up a bit… Not a lot, just the usual amount of butterflies that happen when reality starts to sink in and time draws closer to an event.

Here’s what I’m not looking forward to:

  • Anesthesia. I’m just not a fan of those moments right before going under: The cold metal table beneath my thin hospital gown. Staring up at the bright, spaceship-like lights of a sterile operating room. The deep burn of the anesthesia as it courses through my veins. But it’ll be okay in the end. Because God’s got this! Couldn’t be in better hands than His!
  • The initial wake up. The pain that strikes when the nurses awaken me from a surgery is like nothing else I know to describe. It starts as a dim awareness of just having had surgery, followed by nervousness that the doc had to slice me open after all, then concludes with the actual surgical site pain itself and intense craving for ice chips.
  • IV. Okay, maybe this sounds crazy, but in my opinion, the IV that the nurse oh-so-sadistically plunges into my hand pre-surgery hurts almost as much as the surgery itself! I plan to ask that my IV be inserted into my arm instead. I had an arm IV during my 2012 surgery (after three—yes three—failed attempts into my hand. Oy.) and it was so much comfier! Want proof? This is what my hand looked like a full week after the IV was removed from my hand following my 2015 egg retrieval. It also took that nurse multiple attempts to correctly insert the huge, scary needle into my hand, and each merciless jab of her needle had me writhing in pain:
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Ouch!

What I am looking forward to:

  • Pain relief (well, after I’ve healed from the surgery pain!) from years of near-constant ovarian and uterine pain. Goodbye, relentless pain and damaging adhesions. Time to go away. And stay away!
  • A restored fertility window of six months to a year, which gives me the same chances of conception as any woman my age who doesn’t have endometriosis. Yippee!
  • The end of intermenstrual bleeds. Umm, yeah. Won’t miss those.

 

Finally, I got a happy little notice from WordPress last week that The Endo Zone has reached 100 followers! (And, since then, up to 103.) A huge shout out and ginormous Thank You to all 103 of you lovely, awesome people for following along! Much love <3.

(abdominal) Battle Scars

Dermoid cysts. Ovary removal. Chocolate cysts. Complex cysts. Abdominal hernias. Abdominal keloids. Laparotomies. Laparoscopies.

These are my history.

And this is what a history like mine (well, really mine, because these are pics of my actual abs) looks like:

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Not pictured: my seven laparoscopy scars (bad lighting) and only a partial picture on the left of my low transverse incision (6-inch horizontal cut, which is the same as a C-section incision).

I’m quite used to the appearance of my abdomen, even though I realize that it doesn’t look normal. As a caveat, I recently lost 18 pounds, so I’m not actually not “used” to right now, since I’m still relishing just being able to fit back into my size 8 jeans! Sorry, just had to throw that in there, as I’m thrilled to be only eight pounds away from my goal weight! Hooray:)

My original scar—which is the vertical one extending from what was once my belly button—became infected post-surgery back in 2004. Like, bad infected. Think smelly pus, antibiotics, and frequent bandage changes. Ick. The result of that infection is that the bottom of that scar is now permanently indented like a miniature frowning face. During my 2012 surgery, my surgeon/RE attempted to fix the scar site, but only so much could be done. It seems I’m stuck with the frowny face for the time being.

My low transverse scar also didn’t heal correctly. This is what I’ve asked Dr. Din to fix during my upcoming surgery:

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See those little black dots? They lie on my incision site and are buried into the skin. After examining them, Dr. Din told me they are a type of surface cyst known as epidermal inclusion cysts. Epidermal inclusion cysts are not painful or dangerous in any way. But mine bother me simply because I’m a picker, and it takes a lot of restraint for me to not pick them out of my skin. Gross, huh? For that reason alone I want them out. They’re a nuisance. It will be nice to see them gone.

As for my upcoming surgery, it will change my scar landscape like this:

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Basically, I’m only adding one new incision. The bottom two blue circles are where Dr. Din will go in with his laparoscope over top of my existing scars.

Here’s some tips I’ve picked up when it comes to abdominal surgical scars:

  • Drug store creams meant to reduce scar visibility, such as Mederma, don’t work. Seriously. Save your money. They don’t do a thing, and are very expensive for the amount of actual product that comes in the tube. Plus, who has time to rub ointments made of questionable chemicals onto their skin thrice daily?!
  • Rest! Especially sleep! Even if you feel ready to be up and running a few days post-op, staying rested anyway will help scar healing. Our skin repairs itself while we sleep, so getting lots and lots (and lots…) of sleep will promote quicker healing.
  • Do.Not.Pick! Scabs. Loose hanging sutures. Crust. Blood. Whatever it is, don’t pick it. It doesn’t help scars heal and can lead to…
  • infection. See your doc at the first sign of scar infection. Don’t wait like I did.
  • In the meantime for infection, hydrogen peroxide is your new BFF.
  • Keep your surgical area very clean with gentle (geeeeeeentle) washing and frequent bandage changes.
  • Eventually you may be tempted to allow the skin under the incision site to “breathe,” but resist! If the scar is in a place where clothing will rub against it (like your abdomen), uncovering it will only serve to irritate the surgical site. Keep that bad boy covered up until it’s healed.

There you have it. I hope this helps someone facing an abdominal surgery in the future.

And if not, well, you got some stellar views of why you don’t want to have endometriosis.