I’ve been to the hospital yesterday. It was something that needed to be done and that I have been postponing for almost 8 months, ever since my GP gave me the referral. I’ve been postponing it because the complaints I have are the same as the ones I had whilst living in the UK. Back then it was the start of an excessive period of turmoil which caused nothing but grief, both mentally and physically. I don’t have happy memories of that time in my life thus I do not wish to see it repeated again.
But avoiding a situation is not going to make it disappear all of a sudden. I realise that I shouldn’t ignore my health and instead face my fear. So two weeks ago I finally rang the hospital and made an appointment that was scheduled yesterday. I went to the hospital which is within walking distance (20 min walk) and had a chat with the assistant, she explained the procedure to me. But once on the lithotomy operating table the specialist doctor changed his mind about the treatment because of certain complications.
I ended up having local anaesthesia (four injections) and four biopsies were taken. I had severe contractions caused by what they call the Ferguson reflex. Next week I’ll receive a phone call about the results and see if I need more surgery. If that is the case I will have to recover for another three weeks, whilst I’m not allowed to do heavy lifting, climb stairs etc. I’m trying to take one day at a time and not worry about what is going to be next. Today I’ll focus on getting better, ignore the pain and enjoy a beautiful spring day.
