So...I'm alive. Honestly, the pain isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I think I had myself so psyched up that this would be the worst thing ever, but it's not. I'm still really sore. I didn't take any pain meds yesterday except for when I woke up, and then I went back to sleep for a few hours. I got up afterwards, and I didn't take any pain meds until bedtime last night. I was somewhat mobile yesterday. I felt much better; however, today I am really sore. The nurse told me the third day after surgery is usually the worst, and I believe her! I was very sore when I woke up this morning. My back is hurting I think from using my back muscles in order to avoid using my stomach muscles. Other that that, everything else is alright.
Honestly, I wasn't sure if I was going to post this or not, but most people I know don't know this. I am very freaked out and very frightened. When I was in the hospital back in the fall of 2010, they did x-rays and what not and sent me home with the diagnosis of gastritis. My results from the CT scan came back stating I had a fatty liver, and I got everything checked out. All my liver functions were normal, and my doctor explained some people are just born that way and it never shows up unless things like this happen. I never thought anything else about it. Evidently, my surgeon must have went over my file/chart/whatever they keep on you, and he immediately noticed my liver in the x-rays. I have a growth, tumor, whatever you wanted to call it that is the size of a golf ball on the outside of my liver. The surgeon called my husband and explained he would remove it but that he didn't feel comfortable because he lacked the proper tools and was afraid I'd bleed too much. He asked for my hubs' permission to take a biopsy. He did say that it was the same exact size back in 2010 so it has not grown. I'm hoping this means it will be benign.
I should have the results in by Wednesday I believe, so any extra prayers would be greatly appreciated.