My best friend of 15+ years is going in for a hysterectomy tomorrow. She's only 37.
She lives in PA and I'm here in MA and I feel so helpless. I wish I lived closer so I could help more.
She has had fertility issues for the last 11 years and has done every proceedure you can think of. Even flying to Chicago to go through a controversial one with viagra. In her own words, "we make beautiful embryos but they just won't stick". She never suffered a miscarriage (as far as I can remember) but went through neumerous treatment each ending in a negative beta. Each time I would talk to her on the phone and try to console and just be there. I would tell her everything happens for a reason. (my life mantra). And, it did. She has two beautiful boys now. One via adoption and one via a surrogate (one beautiful embryo that did stick in someone else!). So, looking back we can see how all the heart ache led to bringing both those boys into her life.
I know that there will be a reason for this hysterectomy, that somewhere down the line we'll look back and it'll all make sense. But right now, it just plain sucks. I can only imagine what she is going through. How scared she must be. Not to mention dealing with the whole emotional side of knowing now for sure there will never be any chance of her being pregnant and bring a baby to full term. I understand that part. P and I talk about him getting a vasectomy but neither of us really can make a decision. Even though we know having another baby would just not be the best idea for us...we can't make that call to completely shut the door.
Anyway, I am going to call her later to see how she is doing. I hope and pray that it goes smoothly and that she has a quick recovery and can put all everything behind her and finally have some peace about everything.
All you readers, please say a extra prayer for her for me... Thanks!
Toodles.
About Me
- TheatreChick93
- Massachusetts, United States
- I am 41 years old. I have been married to my husband for 15 years. We have a son who was born in April 1996. We live in Central Massachusetts with our dog Maggie (a black lab we adopted from the animal rescue league) and our cat Sam (a stray that adopted us) I graduated from college with a BFA in Theatre in 1993 (hence the name) and for a few years pursued a career as an actress. Then life took over and I got married, had a baby and decided to get a "real" job. In November 2004, I was diagnosed with Young Onset Parkinson's disease. In December 2004, I was hospitalized for surgery to remove an ectopic pregnancy. In December 2009, I was laid off from my job. In June 2010, my son was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome at the age of 14. Stick around to see what happens next!
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