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Scalpel, please?

We've scheduled my surgery for next Wednesday, April 29th at St. Anthony's hospital. My special time arrived yesterday (if you're unsure what that means, be thankful) so I called Dr. Haas and he got me set up for surgery. I went in for my pre-op labs and work-up today so that's out of the way. Now I just have to show up that morning and try not to be a basket-case! I'm surprised at how nervous I am, most of my fear focusing on the urinary catheter and intubation tube. I've watched and even done too many of these to be blissfully ignorant about it. And I've seen the complications from having them done. Of course, worse things have probably happened on skateboards (I'm still healing some bruises and cuts).

So, I know I've explained it a little before, but for those who haven't heard- my procedure is called laparoscopic ovarian drilling. Very delicate name for a very gentle procedure :) What happens is I will have 3 incisions made in my abdomen where they will insert "tools". He will laser about 10-12 holes into each ovary destroying a portion of the ovary that makes testosterone. The testosterone is what creates my unbelievable amount of cysts and keeps me from ovulating. Most importantly, it often restores ovulation, increases pregnancy rates, and decreases miscarriage which is a big problem with PCOS.

Once again, thanks so much for the amazing amount of support you have all given me. I will keep you all posted on my recovery. We are definitely hopeful that this will lead us to our ultimate goal...

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  1. Do you know what time your surgery is going to be? Is it going to be outpatient or inpatient surgery? I'll be thinking and praying for you guys. If you need anything, just let me know!

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  2. Just think of this as a warm-up for our 30th b-day surgery! See you Wednesday-bright and early with bells on! I'll be the one with the loud child!

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