Ok if you are looking for a blog that is about what I cooked for dinner last night or my thoughts on Mila Kunis without makeup, wait until the next post…this one is kind of personal.
It all started a little over a year ago when I went to my obgyn for my yearly checkup (yep we are going there) and my Dr. told me that I had a cyst on my right ovary. Just as I started to freak out because well, A. I am me and B. who wouldn’t get a little nervous?... my Dr. told me that not only should I not worry, but that ovarian cysts are extremely common. He said it should go away but just in case to come back in a couple months for another checkup.
Well, 1 cyst checkup turned into monthly exams and 5 pelvic ultra sounds over the course of a year. I was getting so frustrated and frankly pretty pissed off that this cyst wasn’t going away. In fact, not only was it here to stay, but it was also getting bigger causing a lot of discomfort. About 3 weeks ago I went in for yet another pelvic ultrasound…story of my life at this point. I thought it was just a regular old cyst ultrasound until the following day my Dr. called me to come in to have a “talk”…yeah, that is never a good sign.
The Dr. informed me that the reason why I was feeling discomfort and pain was because the cyst had doubled in size causing my ovary to inflame as well. He then said something that started a full-blown ugly cry. “The cyst has also developed a Septation which means we have to test you for Ovarian Cancer.” <-- Cue the waterworks. I know Ovarian Cancer is extremely rare with someone my age- but that doesn’t make it impossible. Here is where it gets worse- I had to take the blood test the Thursday before Christmas, and I wouldn’t get results until after the holiday. Yep, Merry Chrismukkah to me!
The following 6 days were painful… I tried to distract myself with Christmas cheer, cookie decorating, and presents… but Santa can only do so much. Don’t get me wrong, family time absolutely helped- and my boyfriend was more than amazing at comforting me…but I couldn’t help to think “what if?” …What if I have cancer? What if I can’t have kids? What if everything I had wanted for my future suddenly disappears? Call me dramatic- but I was scared.
The night before I got the call was the longest night ever. Luckily Matt was by my side and literally held me as I fell asleep telling me that “everything would be all right…we will figure it all out together.” Ugh I love him so much….I’ll stop myself before I get too mushy.
8am Wednesday morning I called the Dr. like the stalker that I am. I couldn’t wait another second. Results came back…negative! I don’t think I have ever felt so relieved in my life! While the results were cancer free, I still had to get the cyst removed as it was changing and not going away….which brings us to today….and is the reason as to why I am in bed with a heating pad blogging from home rather than reporting about Bethenny Frankel’s divorce. (who didn’t see that coming?!...not surprised!)
Surgery went very well…luckily I don’t remember a thing- All I remember is waking up and seeing my mom, my dad, my sister, and boyfriend all by my side.... I am pretty damn lucky.
I know this blog was a little tmi…but I actually kept it pretty g-rated. I even left out the part where the Dr. told me I have a very pretty uterus!...oh, oops! Anyways, not only did I want to let you all know what was going on with me…but I also wanted to tell you how important it is to keep tabs on what is going on with your body. Of course those monthly ultrasounds and checkups were annoying…but in the end it prevented the situation from getting worse.... and sure at times I am a hypochondriac and google my symptoms before talking to a doctor (yeah, NEVER do that!) …But overall I know my body and you should too…well, know your own body. Ok that almost got awkward.
Thank you for reading…and stay healthy!