Can't I at least get a tummy tuck out of this?

Isn't it odd where our minds go when under tremendous stress. Mine tends to look for drama, tragedy and ultimately humor. So there I was in the hospital, the day after learning I had ovarian cancer, probably stage 3. Feeling horrible, my stomach distended, but at least I was cathaterized so I wasn't feeling the same pressure to pee but not being able to. Some good pain drugs was definitely in the mix. Then my husband and I are talking to the surgeon and he is telling me that he is going to perform a hysterectomy and probably have to re-section part of my bowel. I'm good with it, thinking and saying take out whatever you need to do to save my life, to give me a chance at seeing my 16 year old graduate from high school, college, graduate school etc. Maybe a grandchild? Then I ask whether this can be done as a minimally invasive procedure, and the doctor looks at me with his eye brows up and says definitely no, not this one as he needs to see clearly what is going on. That is when you know you're in trouble. And I was thinking, can't I at least get a tummy tuck out of this? But I didn't say it. Surgeon is a great doctor, but a bit dry and not sure of his sense of humor at that point, so I held my tongue and shared it with D. later, making him laugh instead. Who knew I would end up losing a quick 30 pounds of fluid, so the tummy tuck is not so "pressing" now.