Today marks the 2 years anniversary since my Acessa procedure. 730 days…17,520 hours…1,051,200 minutes without fibroids. On this day Dr. Bruce Lee started the process of giving me back my life. On this day at 11:56 a.m.
I was wheeled into the operating room and Dr. Lee asked me if I was scared. I was honest and told him that I was a little scared. I’d never had any type of surgery before, so I was a little nervous about going under. He assured me that he and his crew were going to take good care if me, and asked if I had anything else I wanted to say to him. I said…”get ‘em all.”
At 12:00 noon the anesthesiologist put me into the most dreamless sleep I’d ever had.
730 days…17,520 hours…1,051,200 minutes without fibroids. This may not seem like a long time for some, but to a woman limping thru life with 28 fibroids inside of her uterus that had grown to the size of 2 footballs, it seemed like a lifetime.
730 days without having to take my “arsenal” purse (named so expertly by Dr. Lee) everywhere.
My arsenal purse was a large black purse with a lot of pockets that looked like a messenger bag. 17,520 hours that I didn’t have to load my arsenal purse with plenty of ammo just to go to the grocery store. 1,051,200 minutes that I didn’t have to worry about whether I’d packed enough ammo: sanitary napkins, adult diapers, baby wipes, 3-4 extra pairs of black panties, an extra pair of black pants and my trusty black hoodie jacket I used to wear around my waist to hide the dreaded bulge of the pad, and to protect any chair I sat on from the curse of the overactive fibroids.
This was the first 2 glorious years that I can go to an event wearing light color clothes with a clutch purse.
2 fantastic years of normal periods that are 4-7 days versus 17-28 days.
2 wonderful years that I can wear a pair of cute hot pink boy shorts versus a black pair of granny panties.
2 awesome years that I didn’t have to purposely buy clothes and linens that mask blood.
2 terrific years that I could eat and drink whatever I want, because during fibroidgate, I couldn’t consume anything with caffeine or sugar, because it exacerbated the bleeding, making it impossible to leave my house on a weekend, so dating was just a distant memory and completely out of the question.
No more bloating…no more discomfort…no more living like a hermit. Thank you Dr. Lee for getting me back to the road that leads to me. Keep doing your good work.