Last year, I had a really really really big cyst. It was 10 cm.
I was obviously uncomfortable, as anyone would be with a fluid filled sack the size of an orange in their abdomen.
Then it burst, which feels similar to someone cutting out your innards and burning them on fire while they are still connected to your body. In other words, it was excruciating pain.
Fortunately, Dr. Daly (world's greatest doctor) was still practicing, so I called him up and talked to him (not his nurse, which is why I love him), explained what was going on. He scheduled a surgery, he went in, drained it, and I was back to my old self within twenty four hours.
The shocker though, was learning that it was not an ovarian cyst. Apparently, it was a pseudocyst (Pseudocysts are basically cysts that are a build up of fluid most frequently as a result of an old surgery. Fun!). He actually believes I have never had a large ovarian cyst.
So today, I was talking animatedly to my daughter about who knows what, then I stopped.
My husband could tell something was wrong. I didn't grunt, I didn't groan, but apparently it was obvious at that moment I was in pain. It didn't take me long to realize, oh crap, not again.
The problem with it this time is Dr. Daly is no longer practicing. Doctors don't generally just drain cysts for you. This is a very uncommon practice. They would rather just let them develop and burst naturally on their own, unless they get too big, in which case they do surgery. Not the draining it, non-scarring kind, but the incision and the removal type of surgery. Yeah, I have had that.
So I am hoping and praying that this will go away on its own without any huge inconvenience.
Being the hypochondriac that I am, I am already planning who I will be calling to do my surgery, who will drive me, worrying about the need to cancel/postpone IVF, how many days of class I will miss, and convincing myself that this is way worse than it really will be.
I get these cysts frequently, only two have needed medical intervention, so this complete mental overreaction is totally unjustified.
So what does this mean for my immediate future, I will be emotional (husband noticed that started three days ago), I will be nauseous (have been for two days, and had myself hoping I had miraculously got knocked up), and mildly uncomfortable.
So yeah, blogging about it, in a mock educational kind of way, which is my discreet way of complaining about my pain without actually complaining. See, I'm tricky like that.
Oh, and just for your viewing pleasure, check out my really creepy, dilated eye. This was from my checkup to see if I was eligible for LASIK eye surgery. By the way, I'm getting it tomorrow. Oh yeah!!!
After six years of infertility, she was blessed with the adoption of her oldest daughter who now is a teenager. Six years later, she finally became a mother a second time, this time with a baby through a donated egg and ivf. Throughout that time, she fostered nine babies and toddlers, met wonderful women who helped her grow, and learned to rely on Jesus. She started this blog with the hope that she could share her joy, experience, and willingness to grow with others, whether they battle infertility, toddlers, or teens.