They cut me.

So last Thursday morning my mom drove me to the Totem Pole entrance of the hospital. Approximately two hours later I was sliced open and they took out this:
SICK. 20cm, 4lbs, an ovary, one set of fallopian tubes, a lot of "holy toledo!"'s, and 20 staples later, it was over. I stayed in the hospital for one night and was discharged early afternoon the next day. I was so grateful to get my own room and to go home the next day. Honestly, I do NOT like being the patient.
My parents are insanely wonderful and my mom stayed until Sunday and was relieved by my dad who stayed until today (Wednesday). They are rock stars and I could not have recovered so smoothly without them.
The first couple of days were plagued mostly with nausea from the narcotics I got, so I quit those by Saturday night. I went to church Sunday morning, looking a little rough around the edges, but I felt so much better once I was moving and out of my apartment. I wow-ed (read: grossed out) people with my staples and had a grand ole time. I was ready to come home by the end of it. Mr. Wonderful stuck around for awhile after church and we watched (read: slept through) a movie with my dad then went on a short (three blocks, despite my begging to go farther) walk. It's been gravy since.
I have been surprised with how okay I feel. I expected it to hurt far more than it does. Sure, I can feel it... I still waddle a little bit when I walk. But on a scale of big deals, it scores very very low. Yesterday my dad and I walked around Greenlake; that's when I knew I was fine! It took us a while, but we made it around the whole lake.. and I was up for another lap, but decided to not push my luck.
This morning my dad took me to get the staples out. At that appointment I learned that the word of the day is BENIGN. Praise the Lord! I am so grateful that this cyst was actually just a cyst and nothing funky. I never had significant reason to believe it was the c-word, but even the 0.01% chance scares the dickens out of me and I am glad to put that worry to rest.

So now I have three weeks until I go back to work. I will go back to coaching on Monday, but am limited to standing. That sucks a lot because what I love about coaching is being active and playing.. but it will be good to have an activity regardless. The MD told me I get to judge when I run again, which is kind of dangerous. But this one is too messy to rush anything. It's not like my knee will hurt worse if I run.. it's my abdomen will spill open if I run. That's just messy.

While I wouldn't wish the whole shenanigan on anyone, I must say it's gone rather smoothly and the timing of it is quite ideal. I have great insurance, an employer that is working with me, and family who jumped when I said "help!" I feel really fortunate for how it's all gone down and I'm excited to get back to normal life!