The first image on the paper is the image of what he took out of me. The second image is my right side, my normal right ovary side. Any of y'all with better graphic programs than what I use, please feel free to make better copies of the image if you can and doesn't mind doing so. Like I said, it didn't come out as well as I would've liked, but I think it can still be pretty well seen.
Doctor Wells said we got it out just in time. It had already filled the left side and was leaning over onto the right. If I hadn't gone in when I did, I probably would have died before he could get it out. And yet just a couple of weeks ago, I was trying to kill myself.
And how's this for ironic? Drew was 33 when she died on the operating table like I told y'all before. She had to have everything taken out. Well, here I am, 33 and going through this, having had a very close call myself. If I'd waited one more month, I probably wouldn't be here now. July is the crap-pit for our family. I can remember always talking to Aunt Georgia after each July and December when we DIDN'T lose somebody and saying, "Well, we made it through another one."