Son.Of.A.Bitch. I really was not planning to have surgery. I was mostly placating my husband because the pain I have occasionally (2-3 times/month) is really sharp, and I hadn't had the hernia looked at for 3 years. But my REAL reason for going to see the surgeon was to push my husband into having his inguinal hernia looked at again - he's had it repaired twice, and the repairs failed again. So I made back-to-back appointments with the surgeon.
What I figured would happen is that my CT would show no urgent issues, but the surgeon would agree that Charles' situation was more urgent and he could get it fixed this summer, while it's too hot to do anything here in Phoenix, and he'd be healed by the fall. My reading of my CT scan (not that I know what I'm looking at) and then the report from the radiologist yesterday (mesenteric fat in the hernia, not bowel) was consistent with what I thought.
That's not how the appointment went today. Basically, the surgeon said Charles could continue with watchful waiting, but I should consider getting the hernia fixed sooner rather than later - preferably while I'm "younger and healthier" (I'll be 64 next month). I told him about my "plan" that if I had to have the hernia fixed, then I'd want to do an abdominoplasty at the same time - he heartily endorsed that plan, and said it would be a better fix than the mesh and component separation he was planning to do - and that he would recommend me to one of two plastic surgeons he knew who could do both in one procedure by themselves. And the goose egg sized lipoma on my right flank too.
I'm really not in the mood to do this - I'm scared of the recovery. And having a flat stomach and saggy ass and thighs is just going to give me that "replaced the carpet and now the drapes look shabby" look. But I guess I'd better get started ASAP - we've met our deductible and it restarts September 1st.
Dammit.