Dem Lumps II

I am in so much pain right now. I got out of my surgery and they said I did great and I even lost two pounds! I'm feeling slimmer already ;). The surgeon said the mass in my back weighed about 1.5 pounds, oh my gosh that's CRAZY! The one on my leg wasn't as big but he said he's pretty sure it would have gotten bigger if it stayed. I get to sport this fashionable gauze for two weeks, and not to mention I have a drain pipe in my back. Hope you're not eating anything while you read my blog. Sorry if you are though.

I just hope I can walk and not bleed all over myself at our I do redo. I would really hate to get blood all over that pretty dress. I find out three days before the wedding what the lumps were. I'm really praying they are nothing! On a lighter note, I've got some cute nurses to keep me entertained while I rest in bed. :-)

My lumps, my lovely fatty lumps.

After 7:45 this morning these massive lumps will be gone!

 I've been carrying the one on my back for six years and it's the size of your fist now! I finally had a doctor who had a brain and wanted to take these immediately out. It felt like all the other doctors I saw never took mine or my families history of cancer seriously and just said ''oh you'll be fine'' then sent me on a way with no questions answered. 

When I finally found a doctor who was concerned for me enough she ended up being about a 65 minute drive away from our home town. That was a really long way for me specially with the kids, they always get so irritable in the car if they have to sit there for a while (and what kid doesn't?). The first day I came into her office she took one look at it and said ''wow looks like you've been feeding this baby good!'' haha and that was the truth, I've been feeding this baby lots of stress, fat, and everything else it may have taken from me while it nested in my back for most of my young adult life. 

But I'm so thankful she didn't think twice about removing it, God really blessed me here and answered a long prayer. I'm nervous about this. I'm terrified what they will find, and what scare me even more is the fact that I don't do well anesthesia. I have scared myself silly and am convinced that I may die. I'm not kidding. I wrote at my living will, got my bank accounts set up, and a list of things that Jeffrey was supposed to do. I guess it's always a good thing to be prepared, but I don't know how many times he told me that I was being silly. Which I'm sure when I look back on this whole mess, I'm sure I will think so too. 

But I still can't help but be nervous.