It’s been over a year since my last blog post that was part of #HoldOntoTheLight…
This one probably could be too, but I just want to get it out there because I’m going into surgery tomorrow and I’ve been procrastinating on writing it for a while.
The surgery is fairly minor, though I do get anesthesia.
The short, less-icky version:
I’ve got a good-sized fibroid in my uterus that’s also on my cervix that’s been making my life miserable for a while now. They’re going to remove it via hysteriscopic surgery (i.e. no incision, using my own openings). And then they’re going to put in a IUD that’s supposed to help out with the other misery-causing issues that led to the fibroid being there in the first place.
Most urgent information… I’m going to be mostly offline / resting for the next week. I expect the procedure to be fairly easy.
The long and icky version of this is part of an ongoing medical condition that I only had doctors take seriously in 2014, though it has likely been an issue since I started having periods.
Yes, we’re getting into periods. Turn back if you’re scared; here there be woman dragons.
(I say that dripping with sarcasm, because I think everyone really ought to be educated about how half our population’s bodies work… and because I think this “ew” factor and ignorance that comes up with women’s health is a part of why I suffered as I have for over 20 some odd years…)
It took me having to go to the ER and nearly getting admitted due to a kidney infection that developed due to a bladder infection due to a uterine track infection that I neglected symptoms to because I couldn’t differentiate them from the symptoms I was already suffering due to a 6-week long period.
Short version of THAT: About six months’ worth of tests from a specialist OB-GYN and a urinary gynecologist, and I learn I produce too much estrogen, likely have produced too much estrogen my whole adolescent and adult life, because of that likely couldn’t have kids if I wanted, oh and my uterus is actually tilted and twisted (also affecting the “kid breeding potential”) and THAT contributed to my life-long war with my bladder that has led me to more embarrassment and pain than I want to get into with this blog post.
Yeah. All that.
After a few failed procedures (posted on FB and maybe I’ll do a blog post on them later… it’s almost time for The Walking Dead)… my OB-GYN gave me an arm implant that was supposed to even out my hormones and potentially make my periods go a way for almost three blessed years!
Less than a year and a half after said implant… I’m bleeding again. I was bleeding and in pain at…
Every. Single. Convention. I attended in 2017. All of them. Every month.
And it was going from five days to six days, to seven days…
And the time between periods was getting less and less and less…
It wasn’t until I spent more than half of Necon in July in my hotel room, in bed, puking and bleeding and exhausted, that I demanded another appointment with the OB-GYN.
I then had to go home and record three more months of my cycles for something to be done. (Despite the fact I had very clearly recorded the prior six months in red marker on my calendar for her to see already.)
I cheated and called her in two and a half months because I was on my third bleeding cycle. It fucked with my DragonCon.
More tests, more visits, and A REASON!
I had a fibroid. A big one. Oh, and it was also on top of my cervix.
If you didn’t follow the link above for what a fibroid is, here is another one to the Mayo Clinic. I include that one because it has a handy list of symptoms, which I’ll copy here:
- Heavy menstrual bleeding
- Menstrual periods lasting more than a week
- Pelvic pressure or pain
- Frequent urination
- Difficulty emptying the bladder
- Backache or leg pains
I have Every. Single. One. Oh, and also anemia. I need to sleep all the time, and I have no energy. Everything, everything I do and have been doing takes two to three times the effort.
So, add in depression, feeling like a failure, and all the emotional baggage that goes with that.
Thing is, I get most of those symptoms with my messed-up estrogen and twisty-tilty uterus anyway… This fibroid was just exacerbating a regular level of misery I live with each month. Hopefully, this IUD will help with the hormones.
But seeing as the arm implant failed after a little over a year, I’m not all that hopeful. I’m just glad to get the fibroid that’s making things worse out…
What I want is a full hysterectomy. Kids aren’t in the planning, and there’s always adoption and fostering if we do change our minds. I have no need for these parts.
But I got a hard “no” on that from the doc. That’s its own blog post.
I plan on returning to blogging. I’ll talk about that as things continue.
But, for now, I’m going into surgery.
And I have a medical affirmation for at least part of my suffering, for many of the failures I’ve felt over the past year, for not being as productive and being more “flaky,” for the exhaustion and the anger and uncontrolled emotions, for the pain…
Having a name for it, having a cause does matter. Having a plan and having power over it… that’s in progress.
For now, I will take well wishes, hope, prayers, and whatever anyone wants to send.