It's Not A Tooma

I had my surgery on Monday. A fatty benign tumor just a tad bigger than a ping pong ball was removed from the small of my back. It was uneventful, although the surgeon said that he had to "dig." He also mentioned that I might feel it today. Damn he was right.

He said that I will probably have to have it looked at again soon. These things are bizarre. It most likely happened when I gave birth to my son. It was traumatic to my body and my pelvis separated. Strange things happen when the human body tries to repair itself. Up to 10% of women have something like this happen when they give birth.

So here's the picture. That sun is centered in the small of my back. It was done on our fourth wedding anniversary six years ago. You can see where the nurse drew around the tumor with a black sharpie. The incision under the tape is about two inches long to give you an idea of actual size.
Shout out to my husband for putting up with my inability to be a good patient. I did sleep a lot yesterday but today I went grocery shopping. It was my intent to go try on bras. I came back an hour later with $130 worth of food.

But it was relaxing... grocery shopping without a one year old and a three year old helping? It was nice!

And now, a Vicodin, a Skelaxin, a glass of wine and night night for Mommy.

Thanks for all of your thoughts, prayers and concerns!