The day is finally here. Surgery day.
I woke up early feeling all the things—calm, nervous, ready. It’s wild thinking about everything I went through—the prep, the lifestyle tweaks, the doctor visits, all those little moments where I questioned myself. And now it’s actually happening.
Alright, y’all. It’s the day. I did the prep, followed the rules (mostly), and now it’s time to get these abnormal tissue growths handled.
I’m prayed up, mentally ready, holding on to this scripture:
"God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day." – Psalm 46:5
If that verse ain’t about me and my uterus holding it down, I don’t know what is.
I won’t lie, nerves are here. But so is peace. I’ve done my part. I followed Dr. O’Ryan and Dr. Serena’s instructions (mostly—you know I had my moments). Now it’s in their hands.
Arriving at the Hospital
Walking into the hospital, it all hit me. Cold air, bright lights, that smell—you know the one. This is real.
Check-in went smooth, and before I knew it, I was in pre-op. Gown on, IV in, deep breaths.
Dr. Serena came in first, smiling at me like the big sister I never had.
“You ready?” she asked, calm but steady.
“As I’ll ever be,” I said.
Then Dr. O’Ryan walked in, all professional—but still looking GOOD!. Had to stop myself from saying it out loud.
“You’ve done everything we asked. That’s going to make all the difference today. We’ve got you.”
Instant relief. I let go of tension I didn’t even realize I was holding.
Last Thoughts Before Surgery
As they wheeled me toward the OR, I closed my eyes for a second. This isn’t just surgery. This is me taking control of my health. Putting myself first. Choosing the stronger, healthier version of me.
I am here. I am present. I am axis.
Let’s go.
See y’all on the other side. 💜
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