I'll be going under the knife next week
to correct a paresophageal hernia
. That's where my stomach has, somehow, gotten lodged up in my chest, above the diaphragm and between the esophagus and the heart. I don't even want to think what might have caused it [Bruce would no doubt say from hauling too much firewood, but I'm not entertaining that possibility]
The surgeon says it may be treated laproscopically [least invasive], inserting chopstick-like devices [his words, not mine] and pulling
the stomach back into my lower portions. If this doesn't work, then it's time to shave off all my chest hairs. ...actually, I might want to do this in advance. The thought of a couple of prep nurses with dull bladed throw-away razors mowing my furry forefront does not
Anyways, now that I've probably given all of you way too much information, my purpose for writing is to alert you to the fact that I won't be posting or checking on my e-mails all that much next week.
Happy Abe Lincoln's Day in advance.A late [posted 28 May 2007] attribution on the illustration rendering the paresophogeal hernia: Seward Hung, who tells me the last name [Hung] is pronounced more like "hoong," and is also Chinese for "flood". Mr. Hung is working on newer illustrations of medical disorders
Labels: health care, hernias, medical illustrations, paresophegeal hernia, Seward Hung