The doctor found something on my sister’s uterus so a
hysterectomy is schedule. We sit at the
table and plan for the long recovery. My
sister, a nurse, is calm in the delivery of all her concerns.
“I’m optimistic that they are going to be able to save my ovaries”,
she tells us. “And if not both, I would
be ok with just one”.
“Why?” her husband wants to know.
“Well, the recovery will be so much easier because the
surgery isn’t as extensive and the long-term effects will be simpler”. She starts with her medical talk about ovaries
and estrogen and hormones and mood swings and hot flashes.
Bill interrupts her mid-sentence. “Wait, wait”, he flashes his hand in front of
her face to silence her. “Just tell me one
thing; it isn’t going to get worse around here, is it. That’s all I need to know.”
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