Here I am, two days after discharge from the hospital. And all went very well. To recap, I had to have my bladder removed due to muscle invasive cancer. The doctor had to do a full hysterectomy along with full bladder and lymph node removal around the area. Then he constructed an ileal conduit urinary diversion. Due to my weight, a plastic surgeon came in and did an abdominoplasty, which is remove extra skin in my abdomen first.
I remember the morning of the surgery, October 14, 2011. There were many doctors, repetitive questions and finally seeing each physician before I went in. It is emotionally overwhelming when all this happens. As I hugged my sister in-law and niece before being taken to the OR, I started to cry. Let me tell you. This kind of surgery is very scary. It is overwhelming. My sister in-law kept saying “God’s got this, God’s got this.”
The staff was wonderful and very comforting. I really thought I was strong and had held it together. I guess I had a moment of “crisis of faith”. But Jesus promises in John 14:7 “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
As I lay on the OR table with general anesthesia being administered through a mask, I prayed, “Father, my life is in your hands. I trust you. Please be the great Physician that you are and heal me in whatever manner you see fit.” Then I passed out. That was the last thought I had. I talked with my heavenly Father. No way was He going to let me forget my prayer even though I was going unconscious.