The teary and red eyed ones are omitted here.
Below is the picture of me being pushed to the OT Complex. My loved ones were prohibited from going beyond the door. But my dearest papa managed to barge in to check on me 2 hours after the surgery as there were still no news on me from the doctor or the nurses. 😆
Below - a hospital staff waiting to push me into the lift to bring me to the OT and I was trying so hard not to burst into tears again. I had gone through this bloodcurdling events 5 times in my life. While waiting for the lift to arrive, with my baby girl next to me, I suddenly felt like it was the year 2002, when I was waiting to be pushed to the OT to undergo the very first surgery in my life, which was a laproscopic Ovarian Drilling. I was desperate to have a baby then and tried ALL means to get pregnant. 15 years on, I have the same spine-chilling and nervous feelings all over again but this time, I have my 3 grown up babies by my side. 💗💓. Please GOD, let this be the LAST surgery I ever have to go through, amen.
Time really flies. Two weeks ago, I was up to my eyeballs worrying over everything about the surgery and the biopsy result. Now everything is over and I am recovering well. My prayers now are for the insurance company to approve the two unapproved items - the power morcellator and the morcellator bag costing a whopping RM5k+.
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