A year later.
A year ago tonight, the husband and I dined on barbecue after work and sat down to watch DVR’ed Flash Forward. (They ended up cancelling that show, right? We kind of stopped watching after that.)
Although I’d spent a few weeks not feeling good and been scheduled for an abdominal ultrasound the following week, things turned dramatically south that evening with a high fever and sudden nausea.
That evening’s emergency room visit turned into a hospital admission. A hospital admission turned into a major abdominal surgery. A major abdominal surgery turned into a long recovery period. A long recovery period turned into a follow-up CT scan. A follow-up CT scan turned into another major abdominal surgery and another (easier) recovery period.
Things are different now. Chronic pelvic pain, from a seemingly unrelated ovarian dermoid cyst, is a memory following the second surgery. An incidental finding on that follow-up CT scan of a malformed uterus led to a difficult decision to close the door on future fertility.
And now that I need strength more than ever due to some other life concerns, I need to remember how strong I was through the whole mess.