I saw a surgeon the next week and he petrified me. He didn't know if it would be better to go in through my abdomen or my chest to fix this.....Oh my! A week later he called to tell me he couldn't do it and was handing me off to another surgeon. At this point I took myself in to see a gp that my daughter works for and got a referral to a hernia specialist and was seen that week. It took 3 more weeks before the first surgeon called to "talk" to me about the referral. Yes there was steam coming out of my ears by then.
The second surgeon ordered a whole new slew of tests and bloodwork. Some of these I can only describe as torture invented by Satan. It took 8 weeks from diagnosis to get surgery. It would have taken longer had I actually been able to eat anything. They took pity on me and moved it up 4 weeks.
Surgery amazingly was done laprascopically and went well. It was much worse than they thought though and said I was filled with inflammation and scar tissue. They also took my gallbladder out as it was inflamed.
I am now almost 3 months out and doing well. I lost a lost of muscle tissue and strength while down with this so am just slowly getting back into the hang of things.
I am quilting! Here's Pat Sloan's Grandmother's Kitchen that I was working on when all this started. Almost together.