So, the dreaded journey begins…..
Today is my first of three pre-ops.
I am at the North York General Hospital for the preparation for my gall bladder removal.
Usually this is a day surgery performed via laparoscopy. But, I have never been Blessed with good luck. I have to be sliced open due to a large amount of scar tissue within.
This coming Friday I go to yet another hospital, Scarborough General, for a barrage of tests and pre-op for the removal of my kidney.
These tests include the insertion of a camera up my urinary tract. I have been having nightmares about this one test. As I am sure anyone would.
The kidney surgery comes with a mere thirty percent chance of surviving.
I will also find out on Friday what they intend to do about the three quarter inch blockage in my liver. Having gone through a battle with liver cancer thirteen years ago, I have my concerns about this.
I am still waiting to hear the game plan for my detached ab muscle. As far as I know this will be re- attached upon completion of the kidney removal or after they repair my liver.
It is all in the hands of the Creator’s.
I am but a pawn in their game of thrones.
What scares me to no end is I shall be homeless when I am discharged from the hospital.
Cut up like a Christmas goose, my fantastic son, the angry budgie and my two beautiful pups living no where’s just before Christmas.
This is why I have lost faith in your gods. I am doomed to a life of shame and embarrassment.
If I survive – which my gut and five doctors feel I shall not.
I have been documented dead seven times before – I know from those experiences that there is no eighth return.
The surgeries scare me, but homelessness will be the straw that breaks my back.
And so I shed these tears of shame.