Time for surgery

Ok back to the story, has been to long since I posted anything.

Well there was no way out of getting myself out of this one, surgery was the only option. The major question was I going to live a normal life or one with a colostomy bag. Knowing my luck it would be the bag.

My internal medicine doctor referred me to one of the best surgeon in the area. No time was wasted getting in to see him for a consultation and do a check up on me. I gelt comfortable with him and he had a 95% success rate with completing the surgery and no bag. There was no time to waste, it was Wednesday when I went in for my consultation and surgury was scheduled for the following Monday. I was not expecting it to happen so soon, still had my apartment in Minnesota because I was hoping to get called back to work. So we set up the time and filled out the paperwork to get it scheduled. Was some what relieved that I had a good chance of living a normal life, but having a bag was still in the back of my mind.

Had a lot to do in the next couple of days before I was going to admitted into the hospital. It had been awhile since I was at my apartment so my dad and I decided to head there on Friday and return on Saturday so we all could try and relax a little bit before the big day. Headed out early Friday  morning, we were going to spend about 18 hrs in the car in the next day and half.  Friday night was going to be the last day I could eat, had to fast for two days before my surgery. Knew excactly where my last meal was going to be, headed straight to The Nook in St. Paul, they have the best burger and fries I had ever had. So my dad I enjoyed  a couple of burgers and fries before we headed back to my apartment to gather some clothes and other stuff I was going to need. Relaxed for awhile at my place and went to bed early since we had to hit the road in the am to get back to Michigan.

Well Monday morning came around before I knew it and it was time to head to the hospital for my surgery, I was used to going to the hospital this was not my first surgery but by far the scariest one to date where I was not sure on the outcome. Everything was going has planned, was taken into the prep where the checked my vitals and all the other good stuff. I was getting a little nervous at this point, but they gave me some valium and set up my epidural, still feeling a little tense. It was go time, they finally rolled me into the surgery room, all I remember is switching beds and starring at the lights and the doctor telling me to brathe easy and relax cause they started to inject the meds into me. Next thing I remembered was waking up briefly in the recovery room and kicking at someone, never came out from meds angry but then again was never under for four hrs. I was told I was not to friendly for awhile in the recovery room. I guess the first thing I did was check my side for a bag and there was none, everything went has planned.

Still was not out of the woods though, lucky that my doctor's found the blockage/tumor in time. It was growing at a very aggressive rate and did start to pierce my intestinal linning. Was going to have to see a oncologist once I left the hospital to see what my next step would be.