I went for my cystoscopy and managed to generate a deep enough cough that there was significant leakage. I also kept track of how many leaks per day I had and presented that to my urologist. She finally agreed to do the bladder sling over again. Phew!
Words can’t even describe the relief and anxiety I feel. I’m relieved to know that she is willing to redo the bladder sling surgery given that the first one moved and is ineffective, and there is still significant leakage.
I’m worried about getting another infection at the incision, and that the surgery may not work. Those two risks have me kind of nervous given my recent experience. I’m going to ask her to use stitches instead of staple to reduce the risk of infection. Would that even make a difference seeing as I have a belly that creates a crease where bacteria can form?
After surgery, I’m going to take it much easier than last time and for eight weeks instead of six. That’s right, no jiggy jiggy for eight long weeks, hun, sorry! This time I don’t want to take any chances on having the bladder sling move.
Between now and my surgery date my doctor wants me to use estrogen cream three days a week, do kegel exercises daily, and try to lose weight as it should all help with the incontinence.
On a side note, she told me that she sees women daily who have PTSD symptoms from having wet themselves when they were children. I’m not the only one who hears their mother’s voice with every accident. I was relieved to know that. It meant I wasn’t alone anymore.
My Phoenix Rising 