This blog will probably answer a lot of questions that some of my facebook peeps have been asking me or themselves.
It all started a little over a month ago. I was having symptoms of a UTI, but then a couple of days later my lower back and legs were killing me too, not to mention the constant pressure I was feeling on my bladder. I sent my mom a text and asked her to diagnose me. (She loves to diagnose people via the web) She sent me a text back and said that every thing she was reading pointed toward an ovarian cyst. I was able to get an appointment at the doctor that day, and they seemed satisfied to only tell me that it wasn't a UTI. But obviously all of these symptoms were coming from somewhere so I did what I do best...I asked questions. The doctor left the room to Google it (ok he probably used a real doctor website or something) and came back and said he was going to order an abdominal x-ray and an ultrasound. My mom happened to be in town when the doctor's office let me know that I needed to come in to "discuss" the results of the ultrasound. So my mom and I went to the appointment together and at that appointment we found out that they had found something on my ovary that could be one of two types of tumors or a cyst that would go away on it's own. Of course my mom was instantly worried, but I kept making a joke out of it say "It's a TU-MOR" See link below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ucfgdFrlho
From there I had to have an hour long MRI, which I hate...but I lived. I was referred to an OBGYN to go over the results of the MRI. I was not worried at all until I started reading scary stuff on the internet the day before...one type of tumor they just straight up called cancer, so that freaked me out. Luckily, the OBGYN told me that it is a tumor, but she has no reason to believe it is cancer. The tumor will continue to grow & cause me even more problems than it already is. One of which could be twisting my entire ovary around then I would be in need of emergency surgery. So, to avoid all of that hoop-la, I decided (with the help of my mom & husband) that it was better if I just go ahead and have that sucker removed.
The surgery is tomorrow morning at 7:30am. I get to be there at 5:30am. They are going to try to go in through my navel, but if that doesn't work they will have to cut me open. If they cut me open it's a longer recovery time, so I'm hoping for the belly button thing. Unfortunately there is a large chance that they will have to remove the entire ovary. But I think that is a small price to pay for my overall health & to be 100% certain that it isn't cancerous. But I won't know anything until I wake up from my deep sleep tomorrow.
So, anyway I have told my mom over & over not to worry about me. But let's face it...she's my mom, she has the right to worry. I'm basically her entire world after all...besides that other kid she has. Just kidding, I love my brother. I guess it isn't any mom's dream to have their childless daughter lose an ovary at age 25. And she loves me so much that whatever happens to me also happens to her. So I guess I'll give her this one...I'll let her worry enough for the both of us. Because let's face it, I'll be napping while she waits, I'll need someone to worry for me.
I am extremely grateful that I have her to come help me get well. I know I have James, but men think that when women are sick they want hamburgers and pizza. My mom knows what's up, she'll take care of me and feed me actual get well foods. We'll let James take care of Caesar ;)
Thanks for reading, if you made it this far. I would post my address so you guys know where to send flowers, but I don't want some of you creepers to have my address...so instead I'll accept well wishes & prayers.
