Ok – so we now know what this bad baby is. And that means what exactly?
Well, it means another surgery. There are possibly 4 different tumors in there.
The surgeon (who I love) is going to cut open a 3-4 inch hole and dig out 8 or so inches of tissue. He will literally scrape down to the bone and muscle. He is going under and around all of the diseased tissue. He will leave no stone unturned. Every little bit he can take out he will.
His goal is to make sure that not a speck of dust is left of these cells, tumors, and tissues. He will then LEAVE THE WOUND OPEN to heal from the inside out. Yes, I will have a huge hole in my butt. HUGE. Go ahead – joke. It’s ok. I’m already joking about getting an even bigger second butthole for my birthday.
This surgery will require 18 months to fully close. It will require a full 3 year healing period.
This surgery is no joke.
Unlike the last surgery, I will be fully knocked out this time. It will require the skills of two surgeons.
Recovery will be brutal. I won’t be sitting for over a year. I won’t be able to do the things I do every day while I heal.
I have to be meticulous about irrigating the open wound in an effort to keep it from getting infected. This means that I have to become a germ-a-phobe. Nothing can get in there which is a tall order considering the size of the entrance!
My life, my daughter’s life, even Rasta Daddy’s life just did a 180.
This is definitely something I will survive. But I need help. Lots of it.
The financial burden of this is heavy. We are a single income home. My husband is in an industry where work is not stable. I don’t make squat from my blog. I basically just cover the cost of the blog itself. I already have health issues that cost me an arm and a leg. My daughter has health issues. And so, even though this surgeon is willing to work with me, I still have to come up with a sizeable sum of money. And then of course, there is the small matter of household help. (I will not be seeking assistance with child care. Tiny will not let anyone else near her. My tail has been especially difficult for her to handle.) I can’t do diddly for a good year or more.
This is where you come in. My friend Lauren has set up a fundraiser to help me. If you could be so kind as to share it, I would be deeply grateful. If you have the ability and would like to donate, every dollar helps. I would be so humbled if I was at least able to get the cost of the surgery covered. Having that burden lifted would allow me to get into a better head space to heal. Have you ever tried to recover from an illness or injury when you were massively stressed out? Yeah – not advisable.
This surgery HAS to be successful. I have to do EVERYTHING I can to heal properly and completely. I cannot cheat. I cannot cut corners. I have to follow the doctors’ orders.
I don’t want to battle with tail after tail and surgery after surgery. I want this to be IT. Done. Gone. Adios.
My daughter has spent the last 3 years of her life with a sick mother. Her memories of me right now ALL center on my health issues. She was two when I had my first surgery. She is all too well aware of the pain and suffering I have been put through as a result of this. (I also went through a 19 month battle with ulcerative colitis after my first surgery).
I don’t want Tiny to think that this is all there is to life. Pain. Health problems. Tails.
So please, help me make my third surgery, on January 29th, my FINAL surgery. Help me send this tail packing.
Thank you. And thank you to everyone who send positive energy, healing vibes, and virtual support my way. That means just as much!