At some point, it needs to be documented, if you don't like graphic details, don't read!

This year has been different.  The end of December 2011 I realized what was a heavy cycle ended up being an early pregnancy ending in miscarriage.  Fast forward to the first Saturday in February.  Lydia and I were doing our little Saturday run down to 10600 S. and back.  We just barely got started and moved up to the sidewalk where a treeroot had pushed the cement up.  My already weak ankle caught it and snapped back, hyperextending my knee as well.  I went down and a car heading south slammed on his brakes to come help, calling 911 and Cecil with Lydia's help.  I tried to realize my sweet 6 year old was with me to muffle my screams, fortunately Cecil was there within minutes so she didn't have to hear her mother carry on.  Sandy City's finest showed up and gave me morphine on the sidewalk.  I was then transported to the LonePeak Medical Center.  Good news my ankle is so stretched out I didn't brake it, but once the swelling goes down, I would need surgery to repair the tendons and ligaments.  O.k, I can handle that.  Cecil and I then went to Florida at the end of February for our annual pharmacy conference.  While there I realized, I might be pregnant.  When we returned home we did the pregnancy test, which was positive.  We were over the moon.  Ankle surgery would have to wait another year.  But then a couple weeks ago I realized we were losing this baby as well.  An ultra sound showed a 7 week embyonic sac with no baby.  So I decided I could handle it and let nature take it's course.  But I was going in every few days to have my hormone levels checked and they were slowly rising, not doubling like they would for a viable pregnancy.  At this point the nurse was getting concerned and was going to do one more test Thursday afternoonn and then if those numbers were still high we'd go ahead with a dnc. But Thursday morning something seemed wrong, so they told me to go to the office right away.  Keep in mind I wasn't in pain, I was a little uncomfortable, and just feeling tired of it all. The ultrasound revealed it was an ectopic pregnancy after all.  I was told to go to the hospital my insurance covers where the Dr. on call would be waiting for me.  I had one hour to prepare for surgery.  Fortunately Wed night I felt a premonition I shouldn't be eating or drinking, so that was good.  They said I didn't have time to go get Cecil I had to drive to the hospital right away he would have to meet me there, I could be septic/toxic.  Thank goodness for great neighbors, friends, and my mom.  Cecil met me right before they took me back.  I've never been so relieved and grateful to see my husband.  I was so nervous, I'm high risk anyway and I've never met the dr.  He came in and was so nice, and went into every detail about what could possibly happen and what they might have to take.  This is my 11th surgery in my life, and I was never more scared or anxious.  Also my hormones are obviously out of whack and the thought of your female organs being taken seemed traumatic for me.  Cecil just tried to calm me down and reassure me that we have three beautiful children and it's better for me to be here for them if that's what needs to happen.  The first procedure was the dnc, the next procedure was a bilateral laprascopy where they did indeed find the ectopic pregnancy lodged in my left fallopian tube.  The pregnancy and that tube were removed.  They also were able to remove a large cyst off my right ovary.  So the great news is I have both my ovaries, and one tube!  I'm a glass half full kind of girl, so I'll take it!  I've also scheduled my ankle surgery for mid April.  I feel really good and am ready to conquer the world.  Until I have one of my random hormonal pity parties anway:) Hopefully that will go away soon enough, especially with spring and Disneyland right around the corner!!!