Sunday, day 5

Sunday started slowly, not sure why but it took me some time to come round this morning. We didn’t have much planned, another relaxing day for me and for Denise a trip to the store to get supplies.

I have had so many emails, messages and Facebook comments of love and support that the first thing I like to do is see who has contacted me during the night. The good thing about being over here but all you friends being elsewhere is that the messages seem to come all through the night depending on the applicable time zone so there is always something to read when I wake up and today was no exception, I had several emails and messenger messages all wanting to know what we are up to and how the recovery is going. It gives me such a warm feeling that people are thinking about us.

The forecast is for a nice day and I would have loved to go for a walk but I have been told to take it very slowly so don’t want to risk a problem. We decided to try some Skype calls, the Internet is not strong and there’s nothing worse than getting onto a call and then it dropping out and being unable to reconnect and we only have a small amount of data on Denise’s phone which can be used for tethering, anyway the highlight of the day was a Skype call with David, Anna and Jessie in Busselton, it was so lovely to see them all, they have all been really supportive of my transitioning and I’m sure we have become closer through it.

Day five, Saturday

When I woke this morning I felt a good deal stronger than the day before which was a great start, I got up, emptied my “bag” and did the rest of my bathroom jobs as it were, I am still a little bit wobbly when I first get out of bed, I think that is as much to do with my back as any thing else but definitely felt stronger.

Today would be a day of communication, I wanted to call my Aunt and Uncle in Yorkshire, we had a FaceTime appointment with my Brother and Sister in law booked for 10 am and a list of other people who we thought it would be nice to check in with.

The weather outside looked lovely and it disappoints me that I can’t go out in it but I am assured that bed rest is required for swift healing and with Denise policing it there was little point in even mentioning it at this stage. I am so looking forward to getting my drains and stuff out on Tuesday, it will hopefully give me much more independence and more movement, I’m also hoping that in removing the packing I will be able to sit down without feeling there is a cricket ball being forced between my legs, I guess time will tell! I’m thinking that it probably won’t be a pleasant experience any of it but it’s all part of the journey and we are on the downward slope now so all is good.

The day of communication went on well into the night with Skype or similar calls to lots of people, some planned and some not but all very enjoyable, interspace with some small sleeps and some time to eat that was the order of the day. Once again I am humbled by the number of people contacting me through the various mediums all wishing me well and a speedy recovery, thank you all of you xxx

 

Day four and a few changes

In today’s post instead of just relaying what has happened daring the day I am going to do something different. I am going to deal with some questions, some that have simply been my wonderings, some that Denise has asked and some that one or more of you have asked, please bear with me, there could be some which fall into the “too much information” department but all relevant I believe.

Firstly, do I feel any different “down there” since the op, well at the moment it’s all a bit numb, I can certainly feel that there are some bits missing, it’s a strange feeling really but for me it’s a nice feeling, knowing that I am now how I should have been right from the start and as much as there is a long way to go in my healing process physically, I am feeling some relief mentally in knowing that I will only get better, it will be gradual but it will all be in the right direction.

The second question was one from well before the surgery and one I was asked by lots of people, will I miss my “bits”? well, the main answer is of course no I won’t, as much as I have had an amazing life up to now there has always been something missing or wrong and my “bits” are the main issue so as much as they have given me little physical trouble and lots and lots of pleasure there has always been the moments when I have looked in the mirror and said either out loud or to myself “I wish I was a girl” and done exactly what Eddy Redmaine did in “the danish girl” pushed them between my legs to see what I would look like if they weren’t there so, in the days before the surgery we had a long talk, I thanked them wholeheartedly for the pleasure they had provided me with over the years, getting me into trouble on numerous occasions but on the whole it had been a good relationship and went on to explain that they were now, or most of them, simply surplus to requirement as it were and that I was moving on to bigger and better things in order to fulfil my life’s dream, I hope they understood, quite frankly it’s too late if they didn’t!

The next thing I want to talk about is the increasing amount of attention that people born intersex like me are getting. Now there are two ways of looking at this, on one side is the fact that medical intervention is still happening and it is just plain wrong, I don’t care how you look at it, being modified before the child has a chance to show which side they are truly on just can’t be the right way to handle it. Every day there is some country apologising for what they have done and vowing that it won’t happen again and I guess I would just like someone to recognise that it happened in my case, someone to put their hand up and explain it to me, what the thoughts of the time were and how much flexibility if any my parents would have had in the process. The down side is that every time it comes up it just brings it all back to me and distresses me no end, there are literally dozens of stories out there like mine, I have read three today, there are lots telling of people with massive mental problems much worse than mine were. In contrast although I always knew I was on the wrong side I managed to well, manage it with some help from the medical profession at times but mine manifested itself in my hormone levels leading to the gynecomastia when I was 12 and then in various ways in the following years and if it weren’t for the persistence of my GP would probably never have come to light. I certainly think I am one of the luckier ones, possibly my degree of intersex was less than others, possibly I have just had help from the best people but the main thing for me is that the practice stops, everywhere!

Day three, a day of relaxation

I have been told in no uncertain terms that I need bed rest, unfortunately that doesn’t fit very well with me as I never stay in bed, always have lots to do but I guess they know what’s best for me and I am in their hands. The problem is that when you sleep at all different times of the day your body clock gets out of sorts and you can easily find yourself asleep when others are awake and awake when others are asleep but I guess it’s only for a short time so I’ll deal with it. This morning I felt stronger than yesterday so I’m happy, all I need is a small improvement each day and I’ll be a very happy girl.

The nurses from the clinic came in around 3.30 to check on me and make sure there was nothing I needed before they left, they had a quick examination, all seemed satisfactory, we discussed pain levels and the swelling and they left for the weekend. Although there is no one physically here they are on call 24/7 which for someone in a strange country is such peace of mind and one of the things which attracted me to Rumer Cosmetics in the first place, I have definitely got what I wanted and had amazing service with it. The room is quite basic but very comfortable and quiet which means at least when I want to sleep I can, the bed is especially comfortable, so so important when you need to sleep a lot.

Day 2 and the worst ever taxi ride

So it’s Thursday and all things being equal I should be discharged at mid-day.  Hopefully the surgeon’s PA, Jamie, will be here to examine me soon and organise discharge.

It all happened rather quickly after Jamie’s visit and I had to get dressed hurriedly because a man with a wheelchair turned up. Unfortunately the message hadn’t got through to the taxi company so I had to sit on my blow-up ring on the wheelchair in the foyer of the hospital whilst they worked out where the taxi was.  Well, it was the ride from hell. It was a battered old Ford Taurus and a driver who couldn’t even be bothered to get out and help Denise put the suitcase in the boot – he just “popped the trunk” as the Americans say, and sat in his seat!  He then proceeded to ask us the route (Denise felt obliged to power up Google Maps to make sure we got to where we should). I felt every bump as the conditions of the roads here are very poor and he threw the car around as though he was in a race.  When we got to our destination he sat in his seat, popped the trunk again and didn’t help either of us.  He didn’t get a tip!!

All the staff at the doctors clinic came out to help, one of them carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers sent to me by the Pilpel family.  They were very much appreciated as I love flowers.  It was good to get away from the hustle and bustle of the hospital to the quiet of the recovery suite.  I was helped into my first adult nappy – I now understand why babies cry; they are so bloody uncomfortable! And helped into bed. I soon got comfortable and Denise went out for supplies. I think the exertion of the day must then have taken its toll as I fell asleep very quickly, very happy to be Stephanie and one day further post op!

Day 1 Post-Op

During my stay I received excellent care from five nurses, each on 12 hour shifts and each with just 4 patients to look after – Hannah, Talia, Shana, Sam and Briana.  Obviously you had to have lots of “a”s in your name to work on the section.   They were all very familiar with Transgender patients – used my preferred name of Stephanie even though my ID bracelet said Robin, used the correct pronouns – a big thing for me.   Jamie, the Surgeon’s PA, came to see me this morning, took a quick look and told me it had been a perfect surgery.  She also said everything had gone to plan and apart from some swelling and bruising it was looking good.  I was pleased to hear that.   I still had to lie flat on my back (no inclination greater than 30 degrees).  There was a big plus side – I had a little button to my left which put a shot of morphine into the IV if pressed.  I had been warned not to be a hero and let the pain get too bad so press it I did.   The best part of this is that Denise was never more than a few meters from me (apart from when she went to the cafeteria for meals) as she had a fold-out bed in the room.   The highlight of my day was being presented with my beautiful ring – I was involved in the choosing of it before we left Australia but it was agreed that I would be given it when fully awake after the surgery (for being a brave girl).

My reward for being a brave girl

Today is the day!

After 172 days since I booked my surgery we have arrived at the day! I can hardly believe it, it feels so un real, that day I have longed for for so long. I am 2 thirds of the way through my preparation treatments with one more element at 3 am then the taxi is collecting us at 5.15 with a view to arriving at the hospital around 5.45, I hour to get checked in and my surgery at 8.15 hopefully. There are three of us having surgery today but I am seemingly the only one using the recovery suites which is excellent really as we have the place to ourselves.

The number of messages I have received today wishing me luck and sending love has really overwhelmed me, I have said it before but I feel so blessed to have such lovely friends and so many of you. If I get chance I’ll do another post before the surgery but if not thank you all for your support over the last 9 months, it has been a roller coaster of a ride and I still can’t believe it’s happening, my dream of at last being the person I want to be and should have always been is coming true today!

Pre-Op

After a short wait in the waiting area we were ushered upstairs to the 8th floor of Hahnemann University Hospital.   I was shown to my bed and the curtains were pulled around.  My first thoughts were “This is serious”.  Then the first of a seemingly endless line of people came and asked me all the usual questions – name, date of birth, what I’m here for.  After about the fourth one, I was introduced to the first of the Anaesthesia team who asked the same questions, then the second and finally the third.  The second, Christine, then inserted the cannula after her third attempt.  I was then allocated a Prep nurse called Jan who explained what was going to happen next.  Christine came back and gave me a shot of what she called a sedative.  Denise and I said our goodbyes at 8.10am and I was wheeled into the Pre-Op area.  I don’t remember arriving there, in fact the next thing I remember was someone calling “Stephanie, are you with us”.  Now after 56 years of answering to Robin it took me a while to cotton on that they were talking to me through my anaesthesia haze but eventually I opened my eyes to find lots of people around the bed.   The next thing I remember was being put in a lift up to the 17th floor and taken to my room.  When Denise wasn’t there I asked someone to call her – she was sitting all the while in a Waiting room on the 9th floor; no-one had told her I was out of surgery.  The time by now was about 1.30pm. The rest of the day was spent drifting in and out of sleep.

Meet Kathy

We had an early start this morning as my meeting with the surgeon was at 9.30, we got all packed up and on our way by 8.30. After the short drive to the clinic (which is deserted as today is a public holiday) we get our first look at home for the next 9 days apart from when I’m in the hospital.  Its clean, spacious and quiet, perfect!  And the bed is comfortable which was the only down side to the last place.

My first meeting with Kathy was everything i had hoped for, the first thing she did was give me a big hug, its such a small thing but it meant the world to me, could you imagine a surgeon in Australia or the UK giving you a hug the first time she met you? She answered my questions and had a quick look at what she has to work with, seemed very happy and we parted with another hug, perfect!

Coffee was the next thing on the list, fortunately I drink it black as i am on a clear liquid diet for the next 13 hours then nothing until after the job gas been done.

Last meal for some time!

Well with just 35 or so hours to go I have eaten my last meal for some time! Tomorrow is a clear liquid diet, not much fun but I guess it’s necessary to clean me out as it were if that’s not too much information! We are meeting the surgeon in the morning which is good news, I have lots of questions and I have to say I’m starting to feel the heat a little, I don’t know wether it’s nervous excitement or just a bit of fear of the unknown, I haven’t had an operation since I was 10 so don’t remember much about that and there is so much more at stake here, it’s the realisation of my dream to become the person I have longed to be for over 40 years and I want it so much!