It feels like a lifetime since I have blogged. There has been so much that has happened. So many things...so many disappointments. I have gained all the weight back. Maybe more..I have been too sad to get back on the scale. My ankle is still hurting, stairs are my Achilles heel. We moved, and I had surgery on my abdomen. OK...one thing at a time!
My ankle still swells sometimes, and hurts. Some days are better then others. I have tried running and it starts to hurt about 1 minute in. My new place has stairs, and some days its so hard to get up and down them. I'm sure part of the problem is my weight!
Now..we moved. Having 2 kids in a 2 bedroom mobile became way too daunting. We are now in a 3 bedroom townhouse/condo with 3 floors and a basement. Kids everywhere and my minis are so happy! They love the new place, all the great friends and their Auntie is 2 doors down. I love living here. It really feels like home! Plus, having my sister (The super runner) right close is lots of motivation! I now live in the hills a bit, but it's beautiful up here. Just beautiful!
Now, my surgery. I found a lump. A random lump, went to my doctor to discuss it. He figured it was a hernia and sent me to the surgeon. Went to the surgeon and he said he didn't think it was a hernia since it didn't go back in when pressed, so I was sent for an ultrasound. Went for the ultrasound and that's when things started getting weird. She started taking all kinds of pictures and asking questions. Said she wanted to get pics of my uterus, my ovaries, etc. This is a hernia...right? Then she said she wanted to see if the radiologist wanted any extra tests done! What?? Get home and there is a message from the Doctors office wanting me in asap. Now I am getting freaked! I get to them and he relays that is is Endometrio Centosis, or an Endometrial Tumour. Tumour...growth...lump. I was scared, especially when they wanted me in for surgery 2 days after...I had to make plans...call my work. So I was going in 10 days after. He told me the mass had implanted into my abdominal wall, and had created its own blood supply, etc. So, depending on it's size and how much he had to take out, he may have to put in a mesh. Scary. I stayed strong, I hugged my kids a lot harder that week, and only my husband knew how truly afraid I was. Only at night when it was just him and I! So I went in for my surgery, nervous, but glad to be getting "Asshole" as I had named it, out! I woke up from surgery, groggy, in pain and nauseous. I always get sick after a surgery. Always. I was sent to recovery and the nurses were so wonderful, helping to get me dressed and go to the washroom. I went home, knowing that the lump was gone. I had a reaction to the pain killers and they made me very nauseous, so I stopped taking them after 2 days. So needless to say, there was a fair bit of pain. Thankfully, they used my c-section scar so no new scars. I went back to the surgeon, and that's when I got the fun news, endometrial tumours are a form of endometriosis and there is a good chance I will get more. Oh poop. Thankfully they are usually benign. But still...really? Anyways, its been a long road!!
OK, well, I am getting the Fit Bit which is a bracelet that tracks your movements throughout the day, and your sleep patterns at night, then sends them to an app so I can see whats going on. Come September, I will start again. I will have to go slower, darn you ankle, but I will try again! I can't just give up!
So onwards...and downwards we go!
