Having surgery is never fun, but especially not when you are a mother. All of the worst scenarios ran through my head as I got prepped for surgery...what if I don't wake up? LilyAnne will be without a mom and I won't even get to say goodbye. The night before my surgery I wrote a letter to Patrick and LilyAnne...just in case. I was an emotional wreck while writing them, but I did feel better knowing they would have them. I also knew that God was going to take care of me. I had to trust him.

According to my oncologist, my surgery was a success. A total hysterectomy, bi lateral salpingectomy, appendectomy (because it looked a little weird) and tumor removal. The tumor weighed 8 LBS...more than LilyAnne weighed when she was born. I have no idea how that big thing grew so fast inside me, but I was glad to have it out. I was also blessed enough to have my dear friend from high school with me in the operating room as my nurse anesthetist. She took such great care of me and I am forever grateful.

I went home after 4 days in the hospital and I was scheduled for a 2 week follow up appointment with the oncologist. I knew those would be the longest 2 weeks of my life.