And the verdict is:

So, after five doctors appointments over the past two months, it is in process.

I will be having an abdominal myomectomy on November 14.

They will be doing a full abdominal incision, I'll be disemboweled for a second time this year, they will remove as much of the fibroid ridden tissue as they can, and then stitch me back up and I will be back to the healing process I underwent in March following my cesarean.

The idea is that, most importantly, they will be able to remove the three biggest fibroids that are 5cm, 8 cm, and 5 cm in diameter, stretching my uterus to a sizes three times the considered normal of most women. Then, hopefully I will be able to go back to living a pain free life.

There are risks of course. And benefits. And we can only hope that the benefits will far outweigh the risks.

My most entertaining moment was when the doctor said, "But, lets get back to bad news dr. K..." Atleast he knows what we call him behind his back, haha.

So, we shall see. In its worst, I will at least still be rid of the huge discomfort and pain. And that is enough to try and be excited about the process.

But let's fact it, I'm psyched about being cut open again.

So this is what we do....

Its been a busy few weeks here around the Hall house. We have been working, playing, working....
Oh, and I've been going to the doctor. Tomorrow will be the fourth appointment in five weeks.

This is a good thing because my pain level has... skyrocketed. A good day is a pain level of 3-4. When I finally decide to take Ibuprofin (about 4 times a week), 6-7... A couple of times, Pete has come around the corner to find me having dropped to the floor in the fetal position.

So, it was a wise wonderful coincidence that I started seeking the advise of a more specialized doctor just before this began. That was what my husband pointed out so wisely yesterday. Because when I first called for an appointment, I was mildly uncomfortable. And now look at me, having nightly dates with my heating pad.

Its been a longer and more intense process then what my original doctor had said the surgical process would entail. But I have been thankful for that because I know that this doctor's decision on where we should go from here will be based on the most information possible.

And, tomorrow is finally the official surgical consult to discuss my options, what a procedure would entail, and what happens next.

Nothing about this has been easy. Or wonderful. Or... well, it sucks all around. I hate that my life has suddenly been planned around my pain level. That multiple people in my life say on a regular basis, "You shouldn't be doing that." I hate not being able to physically exert myself.

So my wonderful other half reminds me that will end soon. That I will be better.

And so I turn my bitterness to the fact that I have to have a pretty major surgery to live a normal life. That, this surgery may only temporarily help and eventually, I'll have another surgery. That I have to plan my vacation time around medical procedures.

And then I spent some time on pinterest today. Pinterest is my latest addiction. Holy crap, I never thought I could spend hours online until I was told about this site. And I found this wall hanging of a Nelson Mandela quote:

Well thanks Mr. Mandela for a little perspective. While I may want to curl up and stay in bed, avoiding it all... that is so much less than I am capable of. So tomorrow morning, I will get up and have breakfast with Pete. I will be very quiet and contemplative, tired from having trouble sleeping. He will ask me how I feel. I will remind him how I hate doctors, am scared of another surgery and HATE this whole process even if it will make me better.

But then,
We will bundle up (because its getting to be sweater weather!!!), head out to the car and drive to the doctors office. Where we will take in all the facts and make the best decision for our family no matter how hard of a decision it is....
and we will keep on going.

But in the way of wise words, I also like this... Between figuring out my new position at work and figuring out my health issues, its definitely how I have felt the last couple of months:

So, 1, 2, 3, here we gooooo.....

I went and got myself a new blog.

Hello hello my loyal fans.

I am writing today to let you know that I have decided to compartmentalize my blog writings a little bit. I've started a new blog to feature all my creative and DIY pursuits. You can find it at:
www.prettypracticalthings.blogspot.com
I am going to try and write weekly but no promises... afterall, there are some weeks where my most creative pursuit is to control what I really want to say to a customer who may.... or may not be as right as they think. And THAT will never be a topic for the blog-o-verse....

In the meantime, this one will continue to be about whatever life seems to throw at us. Follow one, both, none and just use facebook links.... it is up to you! But I thought I would let you know, the project posts will be less on here so check out that area to see where creativity is taking me lately!

Its all the things I don't want to talk about

So, perhaps my avoidance of actually writing a blog rather than just opening up the page are because life has been pretty full of things that I don't really want to talk about.... 

I work, but I don't want to / feel like I shouldn't talk about that.

I have a medical condition and am working with a doctor to fix it. But I have not the energy or expertise to write about reproductive endocrinology. Nor am I inclined to believe people have any interest in reading my perspective.

Carter continues to be only remains on our mantle and that hurts and has impacted life in ways we wouldn't have imagined, but I don't have the heart to put you through another one of THOSE posts.

Life still holds small moments of joy though. 

Like a week and a half ago when we went to the mountains simply to cook breakfast outside. Yes, I'll pause for a moment so you can re-read that line. 

We went up a mountain road just to have a brunch cookout and enjoy the fall color. 

Pretty autumn mountain pictures to follow. And by follow, I mean in another post, because my camera is with Pete in another state.

I went and enjoyed having a silly girl night with a friend and saw "What's your number?" Ridiculous, hilarious time. 

And this week, I've been enjoying a little time with just me and the dog as Pete is in San Diego. He got the opportunity to spend a week with the Navy SEALS in the pistol section of their weapons training program. Its a military thing, so I am sure there is some acronym I am supposed to be using to describe all this, but I don't know of it. Nor would anyone understand me if I spoke in all those acronyms... It isn't horrible having alone time but Pete and I have been going through such phases where I schedules either mesh well and we see each other all the time, or they don't at all and we will go a couple weeks without spending any real time together at all. So, its been a few weeks of having dinner together five nights ish a week, getting at least one day off together.... downright weird at times, not going to lie. But its nice. 

I had big plans to be so productive while he was gone. 

But the rocks in my belly state otherwise. So instead, a lot of time on the heating pad.

And hope that tomorrow will be better and I can at least tidy the house before he gets home on Friday...

Oh hey...

Hey there,
How is it going? What have you been up to?

I feel like we haven't seen each other in while. I mean, its been almost exactly a month since I wrote my last blog. I guess I was just so impressed with myself that I developed writer's block: a little worry that I couldn't write as well as I did last time.

Well, its not that exactly. I just really have not had the... focus to write about a topic... any topic.

I know, you've missed me. Well, I've missed you too. No. Really. I have opened up blogger to write a new post, I don't know how many times. But I've let you down.

So, here I am, at your feet, asking for your forgiveness. With a promise that I will write a real blog tomorrow.

No, seriously friends, I promise. Tomorrow.

And I don't just mean tomorrow because Wednesday starts in one minute for me. I mean tomorrow because as I write this, the sleep that has been avoiding me is suddenly slipping back heavier and heavier.

So I am headed to cuddle with the heating pad and the dog and I will be with you tomorrow, I promise.

Good Night,
Lia