I wish I could write a raving report of how wonderfully I’ve recovered after surgery.  Yet, the saga continues, unfortunately for me.

Three weeks after the first surgery, and a week after the second surgery, I rushed back to the doctor’s office due to passing bright red blood once again.  ~heavy sigh~

At the doctor’s office, they took me in for an ultrasound.  Then, seven vials of blood were drawn to test for any blood disorders that might be causing the excessive, abnormal bleeding after surgery.  Finally, I was ushered into the room where I waited in my fashionable white sheet for the doctor to appear.

I have the most polite doctor, as he will knock on the door and ask, “May I come in?” each time.  Once he enters the room, he flashes a smile and extends his hand to shake.

He began by apologizing for me having all of these issues after surgery, which certainly is not normal with a hysterectomy.  The first week and a half, I was doing wonderfully and was so excited about how well things were going.  Then, things started happening that baffled us with all of the bleeding.  After a second surgery where he added eight figure-eight sutures to reinforce and close off the places that were bleeding, I was back due to more unexplained bleeding!

Upon examination, the vaginal cuff, (the area remaining after the removal of the cervix), was still in tact, and the sutures looked good.  However, the ultrasound revealed two blood clots inside my abdomen above the vaginal cuff.  The doctor went on to explain that he believed this was where the bleeding was coming from but not from the actual incision site at all.  He stated that he did not know the blood clots were there last Friday when he went back in to seal the incision to prevent bleeding.  Now that extra sutures were added, it’s as secure as it could possibly be so the only explanation has to be that the body is trying to do what it naturally does by breaking down the blood clots to eliminate them.  Once the body starts to do this, it with liquify, and then it will be released as such, thus the bleeding!

Since this all has happened, my doctor is referring me to a hematologist/oncologist.  I became extremely nervous when I heard those words.  Wanting to interrupt him in mid sentence but realizing how rude that was, I waited until he finished speaking signaling it was my turn.  I explained the nervousness I had when hearing those words, and I asked if he thought I had cancer.  He said he did not but the hematologist specializes in blood disorders.  Being that I’ve had significant trouble with bleeding after surgery, he believes there may be an underlying blood disorder that we don’t know about just yet.  While this won’t help with the current bleeding issue, it will help should I ever require another surgery in the future.  The doctor went on to explain that there are things they can put into the IV prior to surgery to help cut down on the bleeding if one does have a disorder.

Now, you know I’m praying about this and asking everyone else to pray as well.  I am a firm believer in God and in the power of prayer!  I know there is power in the number of people who gather at the foot of the throne on your behalf as well.  “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”  Matthew 18:20 KJV.  If you’re reading this, please say a prayer for me, if you wouldn’t mind.  Thank you!

I don’t want anything bad to be wrong.  This surgery was considered major surgery.  The first surgery date of December 22, 2017 and the second surgery date of January 5, 2018 seem so far away.  And honestly, it’s unnerving at times that I’m still having complications.  It’s more of a nuisance bleed at this point, from what the doctor said, but it still shouldn’t be happening, so we need to find out why it is an issue.

In the midst of all of this, I do truly realize how blessed I am, though.  My situation pales in comparison with what so many are going through.  Honestly, I was brought to tears upon checking in on my blogger friend’s little boy on the way home from one of many of my latest appointments.  When I was hoping to find cheerful news, instead, I was shaken to my core when I read that the four-year-old little boy’s time on earth was nearing to a close.  I stopped reading and just sobbed for him and his parents.  While I didn’t know them personally, we became friends by meeting as bloggers on a site … and I have followed their heartbreaking story.  I have smiled at his antics when he’d dance around in the videos his parents so graciously shared with the world.  And my heart broke into a million pieces when I read that Gabriel slipped from this world while being cradled in his mother’s loving arms.  Please say a prayer for his parents and for everyone who knew and loved Gabriel.  I loved his sweet smile and how he’d bounce around.  I am thankful that his parents shared him with the rest of the world, and my heart is so saddened by the loss of this precious little boy.

It is times like this that I feel so incredibly selfish for speaking of the complications I have had.  His family has endured far more than they ever should have had to in this lifetime.  And here I sit speaking of my problems that pale in comparison.  I know that sweet family is grieving and hurting so deeply.  It really helps me stop feeling sorry for myself and urges me to reach out to them in some way to offer my condolences.  Although words will never heal at a time like this, I can offer my prayers and take them to the Almighty God who WILL wrap His loving arms around them and comfort as only He can at this most difficult time.

Thank you for reading where my thoughts take me – sometimes all the way around the world it seems.  But they need to come out, and I am thankful for this outlet right here at my disposal where I can allow my thoughts and feelings to pour out over my keyboard and into this blog.

This is me.  This is my story.  I pray this is just a bump in the road and good times are coming for me!  I trust and believe.  And I claim it in the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour!