Trying 2 Stay Sane
Bio
I am a 42 year old disabled Army veteran. I am a wife, mother, and now a Mimi. I also run a home based craft and t-shirt business.
Stories (3/0)
Surgery Nightmare
What do you do when a "simple" surgery turns into a medical nightmare? Back in January I went for my annual mammogram. To my horror, a mass was found and an appointment was scheduled with a breast surgeon. Of course, I am freaking out because there is a great deal of breast cancer history in my family PLUS I am a cervical cancer survivor. Consultation with the surgeon came within two weeks of the mass being found. My husband accompanied me to the appointment. She goes into the density and this and that. Words that I heard but was not listening to. Then she recommended a simple lumpectomy because she did not like the look and shape of the mass. Hubs and I agreed to have it removed. Surgery was scheduled not even a month after the consultation. The surgery was scheduled for 9 am but at 12:15 pm, I was still waiting to be taken into surgery. This caused my anxiety levels to rise thus making my blood pressure elevate (not good prior to surgery). Let's fast forward. Slowly coming to myself (or so I thought) from the anesthesia. I could hear the nurse to the left of me say to my husband, "It is taken her much longer than we expected for her to wake up." I could hear the panic in my husband's voice when he asked what could be the cause. As my eyes finally flutter open, the nurse says, "she had some issues during and after surgery."
By Trying 2 Stay Sane3 years ago in Longevity
Listen to YOUR Body
I was always the runt of the family. Small frame and shy my entire life (until I hit 35). Unlike most of the women in my family, my cycle, yes that "blessing" or dreaded curse for some started for me at age 9. Yes, 9 years old. Lucky me. Thankfully, I had an older cousin living with us at the time that gave me some information on it because at that time we didn't discuss things like that. Can you imagine being 9 and this happening to you? I thought I was DYING!
By Trying 2 Stay Sane4 years ago in Viva
After Granny passed
25 years ago, September 13, 1995, my life changed. I am still trying to decipher if it changed for the better or for the worst. Regardless, that was a dreadful day for me. The one person that I knew I could always depend on and that I knew would have my back regardless of my stupid decisions left this world. My granny always had words of encouragement and her support was endless. She unlike others knew and realized the potential that I possessed. She also knew that my awkwardness and my shyness would prevent me from going for all that I knew was out there for me. Let's not even touch on her cooking. Those homemade biscuits with gravy in the mornings were simply delicious. After the passing of my granny, my life changed. I know I have said that already and I will probably say it many more times, but it is the truth. After living with my granny most of my life, I now had to move in with my mom, 2 younger brothers, and my mom's then boyfriend (he's now her husband). It was somewhere to live. It was a house but to me it was not the "home" that I had grown accustomed to and loved.
By Trying 2 Stay Sane4 years ago in Families
