After several days of phone tag, my doctor finally got in touch with me. (While we were talking I gave her my cell number so she can reach me any time now.)
Now the plan is that I will have two iron infusions, a week apart. Then we’ll wait a month and do another hemoglobin count. So we’re looking at surgery in October if all goes well.
I feel like my uterus is fighting back. I’m on the hormone pills to keep me from menstruating, but I’m still spotting—as if my uterus is trying its damnedest to have a period. It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if I woke up from the surgery and they told me the damn thing was booby-trapped and killed two people in the operating room.