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it's Friday night...do you know where your ovaries are?

Ok, well its not Friday night anymore. Had my ovarian transposition last night and all went well. I almost chickened out at the last minute, but decided that giving myself a chance of future fertility was way more important than any doubts I had about the surgery.
I went in at 3pm and apparantly got out at 6:30, but of course I don't remember much. I was pretty chirpy right after the surgery and was chatting away to all the nurses in the recovery room, so my doctor said I could go home that night. But that chirpiness didn't last and soon I zonked right out on painkillers and decided to stay the night. It wasn't much of a sleep, since my blood pressure and temperature was checked what seemed like every 10 minutes. But now I'm home and am walking around like a 90 year old. I'm pretty sore, but it's nothing that a little Tylenol 3 can't fix.
Yep, the surgery was a success. She moved both ovaries. Apparantly one ovary had some weird and funky fibroids on it, but they had a pathologist on hand, and thank god it wasn't more cancer.

So that's that out of the way.

Yesterday morning I had my telephone interview for my UK visa. She said that they would probably make their decision within 5 working days. I'm really due for some fantastic news, so I'm hoping this will be it.

posted by Stephanie @ 12:57 p.m.