Hey folks! Sorry I’ve been gone for a week or so, it’s been a little stressful around here dealing with all the questions surrounding the  endometriosis, cysts, and possible surgery. The above quote is a line from The Simpsons, in which Homer wants to have another child and Marge doesn’t want to, and Homer intones, “It’s uterUS Marge, not uterYOU.” It’s been a joke in our house for years.

I got a second opinion, which confirmed the first in most ways. What the second doctor didn’t agree with was that we needed to be in a big hurry. She gave me another month to think about my options, and I’m supposed to have a third (fourth? I’m losing track…) ultrasound in February to confirm that the cysts haven’t gotten up and walked away. If they haven’t, then she suggests surgery right away.

I’ve been trying to go about life as normal, keeping as much perspective as I can about all this while at the same time letting myself feel everything that comes up. I’m afraid, I’ll admit. Surgery isn’t something I feel comfortable with, but then does anyone relish the idea of being artificially put to sleep and their guts sliced into? I have concerns about infection, mistakes being made, the anesthesiologist turning out to be the girl who bullied me in Jr. High (does she still wear THE PEARLS?) and who now discovers she has full control over my life and death, etc. You know, the usual.

What helps is the knowledge that I have such awesome friends and family, that we have three adults at home so the kids won’t suffer for attention while I’m out of commission (not to mention someone to go buy me my vegan chocolate chip cookies! I mean SALAD! RIGHT!), and that this is a relatively minor procedure in the grand picture of Possible Surgeries.

Now, onto Grass Dirt Corning!