Ok so I chickened out of LIS today. Yes. I am officially the biggest loser.
Since the fissure wasn't hurting very much (and the tacos actually passed today without any problems

), I called the surgeon to specifically ask her to please double check the fissure again before deciding how much to cut. I figured I should do that ahead of time since I'd probably be out from the anesthesia by the time she gets to the operating room. I must have sounded very apprehensive on the phone because she asked me if I was sure I wanted to go through with the surgery.
Long story short, she ends up squeezing me into her schedule today so she can double check the fissure. She says, yes, it's still there, smaller than before (partially healed) but still visible. And the sphincter is still in spasm. But when she pokes around with her finger directly on top of the fissure, I don't feel any pain at all. So it's largely asymptomatic at this point.
So I basically tell the surgeon that I'd follow her advice, if she thinks surgery is the way to go, then we'll do it, if she thinks it's better to wait based on what I've told her and she's seen, then I'll wait. To my surprise she says that if she were me she'd give it more time and see what happens. So that's what I ended up doing...
I was very anxious about LIS, but I was also very eager to take that leap of faith and have my "all or nothing" moment, so I'm kind of emotionally weird right now. I will say that I greatly appreciate the doctor being so understanding of the whole thing and not minding such an 11th hour change. That goes a loooong way... I fully expect to circle back to LIS at some point over the next few months (because hey, if the stupid fissure isn't healed by now, what other than mindless hope would lead me to believe it'll spontaneously heal now?), so I'll definitely be doing it with the same surgeon if/when that happens.
And with that, the saga continues.
Signed,
- Huge Loser!