Let's back track for a second. Ever since I started taking birth control pills at the age of 23, I totally messed up my hormone levels. (if you are a boy reading this and you are uncomfortable, get over it). I bled for weeks at a time, was always tired, and later found out I had to have a rush surgery to remove polyps in my uterus and cysts in my ovaries. Not fun to hear when you live 8 hours away from all of your family! That was the fall of 2012.
My doctors and I became really familiar with each other. I found myself way too comfortable with regular appointments, different medicines and pain killers...the works. But in the spring of this year, I was finally told I could stop taking medicine all together. It was going to take a while for my body to regulate after being messed with, but things should go back to normal. What a RELIEF!
So this phone call was a total shock. After confiding in a small group of people and getting set up with a new doctor in Los Angeles, I got to work figuring out next steps. Two appointments later and here were the results: my left ovary has a ring of cysts in it. The size and number of cysts are common with ovarian cancer and polycystic ovarian syndrome. I don't have the later, so they needed to test for ovarian cancer as a precaution. The procedure left me sore and tired, but anxious more than anything else.
*It's kind of like the dreaded drunk text to an ex, or the boy you have a crush on. You know you sent it, and you deleted it as fast as possible so you could try to forget your moment of weakness. You just have to wait to see if they are going to call. (Ladies - take it from me, just don't send the text!). I just had to wait to see what the doctors were going to say. There was no point in stressing over the future. I couldn't begin to wrap my head around what next steps would look like until I had an answer.
Two weeks later and I got the call. No cancer. WHEW! But the fact of the matter remains that I still have these cysts in my ovaries. I will be back to regular appointments and we are going to continue to stay off the medicine for now. That could change. I may have to go back on meds and I may have to have another surgery, but no use in worrying about it until I get there.
I decided to share my story with all of you as a reminder of how important your health is. When something feels wrong, you have to go to the doctor. And let me be frank, doctors are not cheap. Ultrasounds, biopsies and surgeries are not cheap. But you only get one life so you have to take care of yourself and even get second opinions from time to time. And if you can't afford your visits, there are doctors that will let you set up payment plans. There really is no excuse.
I am glad to finally put the stress of October behind me and November has defnitely started off with a bang. I am excited to finish this year out healthy and happy. I wish all the same for you as well!
I would also like to take the time to mourn the loss of all of those who have lost a battle with cancer. The journey is always long and hard. For those angels looking down on us, we miss you and are glad that you are cancer free. For those still fighting - you are true warriors. Stay strong.
*Cancer is way worse than sending a drunk text to a boy. This is just an analogy. A bad analogy.