Surgery #2 (post 24)

Went to meet the hysterectomy guy today.  I prefer a female but this guy is an OB in oncology who will work with my plastic surgeon to reduce the number of times I have to have anesthesia.  The guy was nice for sure but I prefer my friend!  I feel comfortable with my friend.  She knows me, my husband, and my kids.  To her I am not just another case.

Today, although polite and respectful, this guy made feel like a case.  I met the dude, we talked about history, I disrobed, he probed, I dressed, we talked about surgery, then I was out!  He gave me a list of tests to do.  I have to see my primary care, get blood work, have another pelvic ultrasound,...  I feel like I was a strong person but this journey makes me feel weak.  Normally I may say “I just did that blood work” or “I had that test”, but I have learned that resistance is futile.  Just shut up and show up and give them your arm, take off your shirt, or scoot down and spread your legs.  There is literally no dignity in this BRCA2 journey.  This journey is personal yet not private.  More people then I can count have seen, touched, poked, and prodded my lady parts.  When do I get my dignity back.