I wasn’t planning on writing about this, because I am honestly just so tired of talking about it, but with the texts, phone calls, and love I’ve received and not always “physically” (texting/calling back) responded to, I wanted to send you all a quick update.
I’m sitting by myself for the first time in a month and a half. No puppy to look after, no friends to laugh with, no roommate to annoy, no mom to nag me and simultaneously clean and make dinner.
~Talk about some much needed reflection time.~
The week before Super Bowl Sunday, I was sick. I thought I caught a stomach bug going around the school. I was planning to go up to Orlando that weekend for the festivities but felt like crap so I stayed home, as soon as the Super Bowl started – I realized just how horrible I felt. I took myself to urgent care and had tests done and was sent home saying I had an upset tummy (no duh), and had a lab order for an ultrasound of my abdomen just to double check my appendix and gallbladder at my convenience.
That evening things got worse, I was in more pain and I was getting worried. I called my PCP in Orlando’s after hours line, and the doctor on call told me to go to the ER, because it sounded like I had a bleeding ulcer.
Being the stubborn person that I am, and also not wanting to go alone to the ER, I decided to wait to see if I get sick again. Sure enough I did, so off I went.
There wasn’t a long wait, but it was long enough to send me back to the last time I was at the ER…for Andy. The metal detectors and certain smells, so triggering. I wonder when things won’t be so triggering…anyway…
Thankfully they got me in quickly, but they didn’t have a room for me. I was in the middle of the hallway. On a hospital bed. By myself. On Superbowl Sunday. (Cue the tiny violins) My medical team was awesome and let me watch the halftime show on one of the nurse’s iPhones though. The little things, ya know?
Long story short….they ran a bunch of tests and poked me too many times, finally got me a room and both of my doctors came in somberly and asked the nurse to leave the room. My heart dropped.
“We found something. You have a 4cm tumor in your right ovary.”
A WHAT? IN MY WHERE? BUT I’M BY MYSELF. DON’T TELL ME THIS. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PAST 12 MONTHS…WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?
They gave me instructions to follow up with an OBGYN and sent me home.
Fast-forward through all of the insanity that includes me making more phone calls and decisions within 1 month than I have in my entire life, and here I am.
I had surgery last Tuesday, March 6th. Surgery was very successful, although the tumor was >7cm (think tennis ball/baseball sized). Since it was so large, I could not have it done non-invasively. I was in the hospital for 3 days and 2 nights, I came home for a few days and then I went to Orlando for a few days. My mom and I drove down today for my follow up and…….
Today I found out my pathology report came back and said everything is good and my tumor was BENIGN!!!
So the next steps are healing and following up with the fertility doctor.
All of this craziness has put a lot of things in perspective for me. I’m really excited to start doing the things I really want to do and not wait around. I’m really grateful for the gift of my health and the support of my family and friends. And I’m really proud of myself for getting all of this taken care of, scheduled, coordinated, and OVER WITH!
Hopefully this concludes the absolutely horrible, frustrating, painful, emotionally draining year that we’ve been dealt.
I’m feeling more positive today, but this has been one of the most frustrating things I’ve ever dealt with in my life. “Frustrating” is the only word I know to use to describe it all.
Onwards & upwards! I can’t wait to share with you all about my plans and goals for the near future.
Thank you to everyone who has been praying and sending well wishes. I love you all.
Here’s to a happy, positive, HEALTHY life.