The delay in writing something here on dropsofscarlet has been due to a.) work b.) life c.) my recent surgery. The three together have led me to more topics and discussion about menstruation and the uterus that, at the end of the day, I just can’t bring myself to write another word on the topic. Silly I know. Most bloggers jump at the chance to write about personal experiences and those things that are weighing heavily on the mind.
So here goes…
Back in August I had the opportunity to see a specialist regarding my U. This was not my first encounter with a specialist.
The appointment was the complete opposite of what I normally experience. In the past, my specialist appointments were quite disappointing. I’d arrive on time for my appointment, wait three hours to be seen, climb up on the examine table, be poked and prodded and then asked if I had any questions (while the doctor’s hand rested on the doorknob of course). For years I repeated this scene, hoping that the next meeting would bring more answers, or possibly offer me more than five minutes of face time with an “expect”.
So back to August, I arrived at a new office, book in hand, ready to get through at least half of my novel. Sitting in the new office, I was surprised to be called back within 20 minutes and not to an examine room, but rather the doctor’s office.
No gown, no examining, table, no latex glove.
I sat (across from the doctor) as he explained the ins and outs of what could be causing all the pain, nausea and emotional changes. In the end, the doctor advised me that the only way to properly diagnose the issue, was to go in and see what’s happening in there. No ultrasound, no blood work, no examine… straight to actually wanting to figure out what the problem was.
I was stunned and remember sitting at my desk later that day thinking… “how can one person refuse to look further into someone’s ongoing pain for five years and another jump at the chance after just a 40 minute appointment?”.
For the first time in my life I felt as if the medical system was actually on my side. Or rather that I finally had the chance to receive care so many of us deserve, but rarely experience.
The doctor suggested a laporascopic procedure — a minimally invasive (short) procedure where a scope is inserted just under your belly button. I wasn’t going to go through with it at first. The thought of having surgery and all that came with it, terrified me. At the same time that I visited the doctor, I started reading Holly Bridges (2012) UNhysterectomy and as I read through the opening chapters quickly realized, if I don’t show interest in solving the problem, no one else will (I will write a complete review in the weeks to com on this book!).
To prepare you for the surgery, they fill you up with CO2 (pushing your belly out like a balloon) so that your abdomen is sort of floating (uterus and all), helping the doctor to get a better look at your uterus. Of course you are asleep during all of this. They note that you will have a bit of discomfort after the surgery, and they are correct. What they don’t tell you (or at least what they didn’t tell me) was that you will also experience a very sore throat and coughing after the intubation tube comes out (a tube I didn’t realize would be going in) which then leads to more pain. For the women reading this, imagine having a coughing fit after someone explored around your uterus for a little bit.
It’s been six days since the procedure and although sore, I am starting to believe that I will make it to Christmas!
The results of what all went down in that operating room will not be revealed until after Christmas, but I am hopeful there will be some sort of diagnosis. At the same time, I am kind of hoping that they found nothing because to have to go through another procedure makes me cringe. The waiting, the fasting, the medication, the IV, the tube they put down your throat, the incision… just not sure how much it is all worth. I am also not sure what my next cycle will bring and am concerned it could take a turn for the worst… which for me, would not be a good thing to experience over the holidays. Regardless, I am happy I took an active step in opting to have the procedure done and can only hope that something good will come of it.