Well, I finally have an update on my Edna journey for those of you who have been following along!
On March 5th I had surgery to remove my pesky little pal Edna. If you don't know who Edna is, go back a post and give it a read... I don't want to bore everyone rehashing the details.
Let me tell you, it was quite the experience being a surgical patient in the very hospital I work in. It felt really weird to walk right past my home unit and onto another to be prepped for surgery. My husband could not accompany me due to some of the policies in place because of COVID, so that was a bit unnerving.
However, my surgical team was absolutely amazing. I knew and trusted that I would be in capable hands with my surgeon as well as the nurses and anesthesiologists. They all walked me through what would happen, which was nice because this surgery is not like anything I've ever been involved with in the unit I work on. The respiratory therapist got my IV on the first try (score!) and the OR was only about an hour behind schedule (double score)!
All I remember from right before the surgery was the nurse putting the mask on my face and the anesthesiologist telling me to let him know when I felt "different". Well next thing I knew was I was waking up in recovery raving to the nurses,
"I got the goooooood drugs. They gave me goooooood drugs."
I guess I had been saying that repetitively for 30 minutes before I even realized where I was or what had happened.
Once I was settled in my room my surgeon came to chat with me, and let me know that Edna was officially gone and that she was being sent off to pathology to determine what exactly she was. I was also informed that unfortunately, they had to take my fallopian tube as well when Edna was removed. My surgeon explained that the weight of Edna was so much, that it caused my fallopian tube to twist on itself 5-6 times, and that he was not able to safely remove Edna without taking my tube as victim.
Now before anyone else says it I'm going to... yes it could have been worse. And yes, they could have taken my ovary instead of my fallopian tube. But it was still hard to hear that I literally lost one of my reproductive organs. My fertility has always been a huge question mark, but this is just one more thing that has been taken away from me that is going to make our journey that much harder. And honestly, that was hard to hear.
I did some research on twisted fallopian tubes (because I'm a nurse and a huge nerd) and it turns out that it has an incidence rate of about 1 in 1.5 million people, according to The Journal of Clinical and Diagnostic Research. So I told my husband that he was literally married to one in a million (haha!). I really had to laugh. Like a good gut laugh. Because everything I have faced so far in life has been "rare" or "uncommon" or "not well understood" and this really just seemed par for the course.
Buttttttt to throw in some good news, I heard from my surgeon today! The pathology came back on Edna and.....
Edna is an "ovarian serous cystadenoma", which is just a basic cystic structure... no cancer for meeeee!
Yippee! So I will continue to take the recommended time off work, and will see my surgeon again next month for a follow up visit.
Thank you to everyone who has sent flowers, well wishes, has called to check in and has sent love and prayers. I truly appreciate it.
Until next time friends,
(and not Edna)