Mass Removal

When someone searches Google for mass removal, random results appear ~ such as a demolition company that specializes in the mass removal of junk, trash and debris, the mass removal of Facebook friends, even the mass removal of Japanese Americans from the West Coast which took place over an eight month period during World War II.  Then there is the mass removal of another kind ~ my kind.

On Tuesday, April 9th, I experienced my own mass removal ~ a 25 cm, 20-pound mass was surgically removed from my left ovary. For months, I had experienced digestive issues, mild irregularity, weight gain and stomach bloating; however, I never dreamed that I had ovarian cancer.  I first found out about the mass on Wednesday, March 20th, a little over a month ago and four days after my last post.  I went to see a wonderful nurse practitioner, Sharon Scruggs, who suspected an enlarged hiatal hernia, but who also suggested an x-ray to rule out any GI blockage.  When she viewed the x-ray, her visage changed almost immediately.  Because I had eaten breakfast before the appointment, she suggested that I have a CT scan the following morning.  Then she showed me the x-ray image of the mass ~ a large balloon-like form that was located in my left abdomen.

I felt completely steamrolled by the morning's events.  How does something that big just show up on someone's x-ray...especially someone who hasn't been in a hospital since her twenty-four-year-old son was born?  As bizarre and unsettling as the morning had been, I knew one thing for sure...the mass had to be removed.  Even though I felt totally vulnerable and shaken, I bravely anticipated no other alternative.

Once the CT scan confirmed a large mass on my left ovary, the round of appointments began with Dr. Graham Weaver, an area OB-GYN who performed the ultra-sound.  He commented on the scale and size of the mass; however, he was cautiously optimistic that the mass was benign.  He referred me to a gynecologic oncologist at University of Mississippi Medical Center ~ the state's only teaching hospital.  He stated that Dr. Mildred Ridgway is a respected UMMC surgeon and a leader in robotic surgery in the southeastern United States. So, after the two-day ordeal, I understood that I was being referred to a surgeon.  I also understood that words like benign and oncologist are only associated with one thing ~ cancer.

At this point, I learned my first and most valuable lesson about mass removal: Professionals matter.  I cannot adequately articulate the impact that Dr. Ridgway and her staff, the resident physicians at UMMC Wiser Woman's Hospital, and the fifth floor nursing staff had on me and my entire family.  Professionals matter!  Dr. Ridgway is a kind, compassionate and thorough professional who will always matter to me.  She is a gifted healer who wears a white coat and cowboy boots!  My daughter and I nominated the entire nursing staff for the coveted Daisy Award offered to UMMC nurses who make life brighter for their patients.  When I made the return visit to have my staples removed, I experienced all those feelings of vulnerability as I waited in an urgent care holding room.  I just wanted to see one of those familiar faces.  A first-year resident who had stopped by my hospital room on several occasions walked in, and I immediately felt at ease.  Professionals matter.

The second lesson that I learned is that mass removal of any kind is difficult, and recovery takes time.  Recovery is such a strange animal. Even though my mass removal is complete, the pain is still present.  I am not quite sure how I define recovery.  According to Webster, recovery is a return to a normal state of health, mind or strength. But, I am not sure that a mass removal of any kind lends itself to a return to a normal state.  I think that I more clearly appreciate the etymology of the word convalescence derived from the Latin word which means to become valid.  I know now why a person who remains in a convalescent state is commonly known as an invalid or in-valid.

For the past two weeks at home, I have felt in-valid.  My mass removal not only affected me physically, it also affected me socially.  I experienced a mass removal of all my calendar of events.  I had helped with the planning of two National Library Week celebrations, which included a cooking presentation from a Mississippi Master Chef and a Shoe-La-La Tea Party based on the book by Karen Beaumont.  I was also scheduled to present a lady's luncheon entitled Return To Mitford: A View From Main Street...which meant Orange Marmalade Cake!  Unfortunately, all my library week activities were mass removed as part of my return to a normal state.

I remember when both my girls dated certain guys for a long period of time.  After the break-ups, mass removal began on a grand scale.  Pictures, letters, gifts...everything was gutted; however, for my son, mass removal was prolonged for years.  He just carried the insufferable mass with him everywhere he went, until his mass became part of his identity.  One day, my daughter called me from college and said, "Mom, Matt is getting rid of everything!  Garbage bags full of letters and signs, boxes of pictures and memorabilia, even all the cards!  He is taking everything to the dumpster!"

Of course, I replied, "What in the world?"  She said that he offered no explanation; just voluntary, deliberate and focused mass removal.  He finally opened himself up and emptied himself out in order to become valid again...not that he would ever return to a completely normal state.

Finally, I learned that an ounce of prevention is worth a 20-pound cure.  Over the past year, I ignored my body's growing need for attention, for maintenance, for concern.  I turned a deaf ear to everyone who pleaded with me to go to the doctor. Like a television hoarder, I held onto unhealthy situations because of irrational thoughts and resistant behavior.  I did not want to clear my calendar or waste time and money at a doctor's office.  I accepted heartburn, discomfort and weight gain as my state of normal. What I refused to accept is that nothing about my life was normal.  My eating, my sleeping, my working...every aspect of my life had been undermined by a 20-pound mass the size of a basketball.

So now, I want to respect the mass removal that I have experienced.  I want to appreciate the validity of my own body by implementing a total regimen of care, exercise and maintenance.  I have lost too many organs to ever return to a normal state, and I have a significant scar to remind me of the high cost of disregard, indecision and delay; however, I can cherish the health, mind and strength that is within my own responsibility to keep.

Mass removal has left me with a clean slate, an appreciable scar, and a second chance to become valid ~ if only to myself.

Dianne ; )