2 Months After 2nd Surgery - Nice

I've finally decided to stick to my doc, and switch clinic when I have to. Hermina is surely more expensive than Klinik Yasmin, but I can still handle it. My doc did the op, he fully understands my condition, and so far he's done a great job handling my case... so what would I expect more of a doc? (With a little advice from dr. F, thanks doc! :D )

So yesterday I went to RS Hermina mom-&-children hospital. Nice cozy place, indeed.

The bill includes hot coffee/tea and snacks (fried ones, at that time)... but I personally don't think it's a good idea to serve those kinds of food to women with endo (orange/apple juice would be way better :P), so yeah, I didn't take any. Comfortable couch, large flat tv, clean toilet... Okay, so now I can sleep nicer while waiting... (^_^)

Arrived at 2.30 pm, I was number 3. Hmm... so here dr. A's got quite a lot of patients... coz when I called earlier that day, there were already 22 people booked . But of course, first come first serve. No. 3's fine. Only in half an hour, those lovely couches were fully occupied... wow!

After a little of sleep (I think I always fall asleep while waiting for anything :P), it was the moment of truth. My heart's pounding... Am I okay? Am I okay?

After some interviews, a VT, USG... it was then declared that I was so far so good...! My vagina and cervic (where I had rectovaginal endo and adhenomyosis), uterus, both ovaries... looked as good as it should... I was sooo relieved.

I was prescribed another 400mg pentoxyfilline per day. I wasn't given any hormonal drugs, but some vitamins instead... folic acid and Naturol 400iu. It's going to be for one month before my next visit.

Only God knows how I feel every time I have to go see him.

Anxious.

I think that's why I always appeared pale each time I walked in to his room. Pale, cold, ducked. But as soon as he looked at me in a very happy face, I'd started to feel warmer and calmer... it's all good then.

A doc's mood will be immediately transferred to the patient. I remember as clear as a glass his expression when I was about to be operated. Even when he didn't say a thing, I knew that the risk was high, the hope was little... not that I wouldn't survive or sort, but whether or not he could recondition my reproduction organ in order for me to live like a normal woman.

So when his eyes are brighter than the afternoon sky, then I'll know that I am just fine... That hope is still alive...