I didn't know the hospital I went to liked to boil their patients before any operation. My, it was hot in the room and opening a window wasn't always possible. Although once I had the room to myself, I did open the window at night.
I didn't know the hospital I went to was scared to cut of one of my arms: they put on a name tag on both arms! Fortunately I came home with both arms intact. Albeit with a few more holes in hands and elbow pits.
I didn't know why the local hospital had sent me to the Bergen university hospital. Well, something to do with blood tests being too high, but that could mean just about anything. Perhaps I had been sat too high and should have been sat on the floor while they took the test?
Well, on arriving in Bergen I soon found out. Because one of the first things I was asked to do was sign two forms, both to do with research into cancerous growths. Yes, cancer. The Big C. As in cancer in the ovaries. Let me explain...
One of the things they test during the blood test is a thing called CA125 which can indicate a higher chance of cancer in the ovaries. And my values were higher than they should be during the first test and even higher the second time they tested. Which indicated that the chance of me having cancer was quite high. Which meant no local hospital, but a full out university hospital with all the possibilities to do the best job ever.
The surgeon (Dutch which was really nice) told me about everything and told me about what they were going to do: take out the uterus (because yes, that contained the big myoma), take out the ovaries (because of the cancer) and take out several lymphnodes in my belly lining. After the two hour operation I would need to recover and then I would get injections for a month (I would have to do that myself after the hospital stay). They didn't mention any other treatment at that point.
To be continued... (although don't worry about the cancer: I don't have it)