Day 56 Post-Op

 12 May 2022

        Eight Thursdays ago was the day of my total hysterectomy. Although it's still 4 days away from the 2-month post-operation milestone, I feel it's apt to post an update. My recovery has been swift and steady most of the way, all thanks to the support and tender loving care of my personal doctor (hubby) and nurse (mummy). Incidentally, today is Nurses Day and all the more fitting to pay tribute to my personal nurse who has toiled lovingly to aid my speedy recovery.

        There was a mildly concerning phase during these 56 days when there was a slight split of my wound after a week back at work. There was slight bleeding and discharge. It was possibly due to lifting something heavy. I've been trying to steer away from that, but I suppose at times it could have been inevitable. My personal doctor tenderly cleaned my wound, applied Fucidin, an antibiotic cream, and patiently changed my dressing every day. 

        Unlike my thyroidectomy scar, which is much shorter and is not covered my clothes, it is not easy to apply Dermatix to lighten, smoothen and flatten my hysterectomy scar. The latter is approximately four times longer. However, my personal doctor attempts to apply Dermatix for me occasionally.

        On previous Mothers Days, I never had a poignant tug in my heart that I am not part of that elite group. I had always just focused on honouring my own precious mother. This year, knowing that I will never ever be able to bear children of my own, there was a sense of loss. It was a brief moment of sadness, though. After all, I will soon turn 47 and should have been close to menopausal age. I suppose the momentary poingnancy was brought on by the realisation that the removal of my female reproductive organs equated to the final nail in the coffin. It didn't take long for me to chide myself. I ought to be thankful for my blessings instead of dwelling on the might-have-beens.

        To mark this day, which reminds me that eight Thursdays ago was the last I had of my uterus and other female reproductive organs, I washed my dirty bathroom. Careful not to do vigorous scrubbing or attempt any acrobatic moves, I cleaned the bathroom floor. It was not only therapeutic, but was a good reminder of how blessed I am to be on the mend after a successful straightforward surgery. More importantly, the fibroids and cysts have all turned out to be benign. Above all, I'm blessed to have such loving family members.