Allow me to give you a guided tour of my cervix.
There’s this view.
And there’s this one.
I’m not sure which parts any of these are, but I was told that it’s my cervix and that it’s all good. So there you have it. This,of course, was after the doctor removed the polyp that put me on the operating table in the first place. From the photo she took it looked rather small-ish. But I didn’t have anything to compare it to so for all I know it could have been big. But I’m thinking it wasn’t.
It went smoothly. My boyfriend drove me to the hospital, stayed the entire time and then drove me home. We got there at 7 a.m. to check in and after all of the paperwork and checking-in was done I was left to wait patiently in a hospital gown, hair net and socks while lying on a gurney. My boyfriend was allowed to sit with me until they rolled me away. Right before they took me away the anesthesiologist gave me the sedative in the I.V. tube. It hit me pretty quickly. I remember very little after it began to take effect. I remember being rolled into the operating room and everything that I was seeing feeling 10 times as intense as it normally would have. The trip to and once inside the room felt like it was moving slower then my eyes were moving. By only a second, but it was enough to make my head feel like it was all wavy. They put the oxygen mask over my nose and mouth, the nurse put the patches that would keep track of my vitals and that was all I saw before I blacked out.
And then I woke up in the recovery room.
There was no pain. I only felt incredibly sleepy. I went in to the OR at 9:30 a.m. and woke up around 11 a.m. The procedure itself took only about 20-30 minutes so I must have stayed asleep for close to an hour. They eventually rolled me back to the room where I had been before the procedure but this time they had me sit in a big chair. I was told I had to go to the bathroom, eat and drink some food without throwing up before I could be discharged. My boyfriend was let back in and he sat with me while I ate a muffin and drank some apple juice. By noon I was ready to go home.
My throat is still a bit sore and my right nostril has been drippy since after the procedure. My abdomen is a bit bloated, too. Though I suppose that part was to be expected. Oh and I’ll be bleeding as though I were having a period for the next couple of days. That’s not the lousy part. The lousy part is that I can’t have anything inside for two weeks. So no sex and no tampons. So pads it is. I haven’t used a pad in years. It kind of feels like a diaper. A bit.
So now it’s the cyst that we’ll be keeping an eye on. I have another ultrasound in about two weeks to see if it’s gotten bigger since the last one. I’m hoping it hasn’t, but I can’t help feeling it will.
Guess we’ll see.
Whelp, surgery has been scheduled to remove the cervical polyp that I have. The two cysts that have made themselves at home on my remaining ovary are to be observed only, for now, though a follow up ultrasound has been scheduled for the 20th. From what the doctor told me the procedure will be rather short. 30 minutes followed by a 2 hour recovery period. I’ll be put under, which for some reason I hadn’t thought of, so it’s somewhat major. I mean, being put under isn’t something to sneeze at. I’ve only been put under twice. The first time was when I had the surgery to remove the first cyst and the second was when I had my wisdom teeth taken out. And that was a long time ago. I was in college (the first time) when all that happened.
Of course, I didn’t think I would have to deal with any more problems down there after the first time. And you could say that I managed to go for quite a while (several years, in fact) without there being any problems. Now they’ve come back with a vengeance it seems.
The polyp will be taken out next week and while I’m hoping that goes well, it’s the cysts that are concerning me more right now. The other day I felt them. It was a dull, throbbing pain that felt like a cramp but that lasted for a good five hours. It eventually went away but that’s how the other one started. Or at least that’s how the other one caught my attention. The fact that there are two cysts on my ovary is cause for concern, for me anyway. I really don’t see them going away on their own. The fact that I’ve been taking the birth control pill for two years now and they’ve still managed to grow tells me they’re going to only get bigger. Instead of shrinking or stunting its growth it’s somehow bi-passed whatever the pill was supposed to do to stop it. So either the pill wasn’t strong enough or the cysts are stronger. Either way, I suspect they’ll have to be taken out as well. the question is when.
So, that’s it for now. I’ll write more once I’ve have the polyp removed.
The above statement has some history behind it. Back in 1995 I had my left ovary and part of the tube removed due to a 15cm cyst that decided to take them over. I didn’t realize what was happening until I began to experience immense amounts of pain. I was left with a 6″ scar running up my abdomen and only one ovary. The scar has faded some since then and over the years I have done all the things I was told to do in order to protect the ovary I have left.
Well, two years ago I found out that a cyst had made itself right at home on my right ovary. I was put on birth control in the hopes that it would keep it under control. The first year went well as did the second, or so I thought. Last week I went in for my annual exam. The doctor asked me the usual questions and when asked when my last period had been I told her that, for the most part, my period has been all over the place since going on the pill. She asked me what I meant by “all over the place”. I told her that before going on the pill my period was like clockwork. It was always on time but ever since I started taking the pill that it’s not like that anymore. And then I mentioned that I had missed a period the month before but that I figured it was due to all the running I had been doing in preparation for the Chicago Marathon. She said that was more than likely the case and she added that all the exercises was also more than likely causing the pill to get metabolized a lot faster than normal. This made me question whether the pill had been working correctly then. She said it probably was. She asked me if I’d had spotting in between my periods to which I said yes. Although, I wasn’t sure if it was spotting or just an irregular period that was just really light. So she went in to see how things were going and that was when she found the polyp.
Turns out the in between spotting was due to a cervical polyp that’s been growing down there. This is why I said my lady parts are being assholes. I mean, I already lost one ovary, the other one has not one but two cysts growing on it now, with one being about the size of a quarter. And now there is a polyp on top of that. The doctor doesn’t seem to be concerned with the cysts. She said they looked like regular cysts on the ultrasound she had me get the week following her initial diagnosis of the polyp. I guess cysts are not uncommon things for some women and as long as they’re monitored they can be fine. But the polyp needs to come out. On a positive note, there didn’t appear to be any growing inside my cervix and it looks like there is just the one on the outside. But it’s big enough that she’d like to get it out. So the procedure has been tentatively scheduled for three weeks from now.
Am I worried? Not really. Well, not a lot. Maybe a little. I’ve been down this road before and, really, this time it will be less invasive than the surgery I had last time, but it still stinks. I don’t understand why I’ve been having so many problems down there. I’ve never been one to sleep around in my adult life and now that I’m in a relationship with a wonderful man all these issues are popping up “down there”.
For the first time I found myself imagining what it might be like to have a child with someone – because he is just that wonderful a man – and while having a child was not something that seemed feasible for several reasons, it was still nice to imagine it. And it was nice to know the option was there. But now it looks like that maybe it never was. My reproductive system has betrayed me more than once now and I can’t help but feel as though it’s telling me to forget about having a kid, ever. And while I was never 100% on board with actually going ahead with it because of my age and where he and I are financially, it was a nice idea none the less. But now even the idea seems to have been taken away from me.
I would like for the procedure to go smoothly and for that issue to go away. I’ll still have the cysts to worry about but one thing at a time, right?