A week ago today I was at my GYN's office. The night before I had spent in the emergency room because of severe pain on my right side. I equated it as a cyst bursting (which I've had before) but given the fact that my period was over a week late my dr wanted me in the ER to be checked for ectopic pregnancy. Long story short, it was not an ectopic. Thank goodness.
I had to follow up in the office the next day. So, I go and see Dr. M who is very nice. He is older and no longer delivers babies. I normally see Dr. K, but he was off delivering babies that day so they had me see Dr. M. Dr. M does an ultra sound and determines that there is nothing on my right ovary but there is a small cyst on my left consistant with late ovulation. He also is concerned that I am late and that I have had several months (probably more like a year) of very erratic cycles. He is concerned about hyperplasia. He says he wants to do a biopsy right then and there. Ok..might as well..I'm here. Oh boy, didn't know what I was getting myself into. Painful and not fun. But I survived.
He had me make an appointment for today to discuss the results. So, I go home and read up on hyperplasia and of course make myself nuts for the next week. I think I actually drove myself into a slight state of depression. I kept thinking...this can't be happening...that God just wouldn't be that cruel.
So today me and my husband P (who I made come with me b/c the last time I went to one of these "meetings" I was by myself and found out I had Parkinson's) head to the Dr at 4:15. I am a nervous wreck. He meets with us right away.
10 minutes later we are leaving the office. Apparently, there is NOTHING wrong with me. Which I am grateful for...but kind of pissed. Why'd he make me come in then? and basically, they have no idea why my cycles are all messed up except for perhaps perimenopause. And because of my medical history there is basically nothing they can do...so I just need to DEAL... (meaning I am not a canidate for any sort of hormone therapy.... Factor V Leiden, High BP, over 35, over weight...)
CRAP... I am just a bundle of emotions today.
About Me
- TheatreChick93
- Massachusetts, United States
- I am 41 years old. I have been married to my husband for 15 years. We have a son who was born in April 1996. We live in Central Massachusetts with our dog Maggie (a black lab we adopted from the animal rescue league) and our cat Sam (a stray that adopted us) I graduated from college with a BFA in Theatre in 1993 (hence the name) and for a few years pursued a career as an actress. Then life took over and I got married, had a baby and decided to get a "real" job. In November 2004, I was diagnosed with Young Onset Parkinson's disease. In December 2004, I was hospitalized for surgery to remove an ectopic pregnancy. In December 2009, I was laid off from my job. In June 2010, my son was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome at the age of 14. Stick around to see what happens next!
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