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The day of the surgery I was pretty calm. I had had hernia surgeries before and this was just going to be another one. I told my daughters and friends not to fuss. I had already needed care for a hysterectomy, appendix, gall bladder and 3 other hernia surgeries.
While I was in the recovery area I could vaguely make out the shape of a person at the foot of my bed. Someone had asked a question which I did not hear. I only heard the answer, "It's an ovarian mass." "It's from her hysterectomy." Then back to sleep. I had had my uterus removed several years prior, but I still had my ovaries.
When I started to wake up in my room the first thing I asked was, "Do I have ovarian cancer?" My older daughter who didn't have any information kind of laughed and told me they must have been talking about someone else. My younger daughter simply said, "Let's wait until the doctor gets here." She had been told that there was an issue in addition to the hernia repair.
Some residents and interns entered the room. I was told that the surgery went well. As they were leaving I asked, "Is there something else wrong with me?" They looked at one another. The spokesperson told me yes, but that I would have to wait for the surgeon. I asked why should I wait. I had already overheard some information in the recovery room. She would not budge and left the room.
The surgeon was there pronto. As I sat there with one daughter on each side of me he told me that he had found an ovarian mass and that it had tested positive for cancer. I just sat there staring at him. I could see my older daughter's face crumble. I could not turn my head to see the other daughter. I was frozen in time.
What happened was a miracle. The surgeon had initially planned on doing laporascopic surgery. He had made all of the incisions but then ran into a snag. It was necessary to make a large incision instead. He repaired the hernia and as he was putting organs back in the cavity he had to move something out of the way. That is when he found the diseased ovary.
He now needed a gynacologic oncologist. We have 3 in our city. One was there in the hospital visiting on another case. He scrubbed in and did the cancer surgery.
Once I knew and came out of my frozen state I had lots of questions. The first being, "Am I going to die?" "Not any time soon". he replied.After that moment anyone who came into the room was bombarded with questions. I was told that the samples would be sent to pathology and that there would be a wait of several days to confirm the diagnosis and stage the cancer. Those were extrememely difficult days.