A Pothole In This Rocky Road

So as you can see, its been a while since I've last updated everyone. Its time to "Unclog the Blog" as my Aunt says. This one's gonna be a long one. SORRY =/

I last left off with was my first visit to the fertility specialist. Well it ended up being my ONLY visit to the fertility specialist. So far at least. After my last post, we were about to have the water sonogram done. Well, in order to do this procedure, you must wait until your "menses" is over. Can I just tell you, Aunt Flo moved in, in October, and she still ain't left! Yup, you heard correctly. This is where you all say "Awe, poor Martin!" Believe me, I'm saying it too. Heck, I'm saying poor Martin AND poor me. I'm the one that has to deal with her! Anyways, yes, this is a true story. I started having not just my normal cycle but some other issues, you could say. Some that caused great concern for me and my mom. She kept asking me, "Is there anyway you could have gotten pregnant and maybe this is kind of like a miscarriage?" I thought it was about time to go back to the doctor. I know, I know. WHY DID YOU WAIT THIS LONG? Everyone says. I guess I'm a little like Martin when it comes to, Don't ask-Don't tell or What I don't know won't hurt me kind of a thing. Well in this case, It might have hurt me.


I made the appointment to go in, and saw my lovely nurse practitioner Kayla, who I love. She basically said the same thing everyone else said. She gave me two options. We can either try a birth control pill to see if that regulates it at all or... just go for the jugular and knock Aunt Flo to her knees and just do a D&C.

LESSON TIME:

D&C (Dilation & Curettage) is a procedure in which the cervix of the uterus is expanded (dilated) so that the uterine lining (endometrium) can be removed with a spoon-shaped instrument called a ceret or currette. The procedure is performed for a variety of reasons. Most commonly, the reason I had to have it, is to help determine the cause of abnormal uterine bleeding. It can also be done to help determine the degree of abnormality of the endometrium in cases of cancer or pre-cancerous cells that are detected by the biopsy.
End of Lesson for now, back to the story.

So, I, who lives my the idea of go big or go home, decided the D&C is the way to go. Plus she said it was a surgery, which I've never had and actually was kind of excited about. I know, I'm a weirdo. My mom tells me all the time. LOL. What can I say, up until this point, I've been blessed with good heath and strong bones and have never really needed major medical attention. I seem to have conquered my fear of needles so I said, what the heck. Lets do this!

I arrive to the hospital the day of my surgery. 2 hours early mind you. By the way, can I just ask, why on earth you need to be there 2 hours prior to your surgery? Its not like I need to be checked for weapons of mass destruction. I'm getting an operation for cryin out loud. An out patient one at that. Why tell me my surgery is at 9am so be here at 7am. Why not just say your surgery is at 7am. Makes no sense to me but I guess that's why they get paid the big peanuts.

So I show up at my 2 hour early appointment. First thing, get checked in. Check. Second thing, get my type and screen blood work done. Check. Third, get naked and lay on this gurney. Hahaha. Just kidding. But it kinda is like that. Here is your gown. get undressed, put all of your belongings in this plastic bag and I'll come back and get you all wired up. So they get my IV going. Big pat on my back for not crying this time. First time I had and IV (when I had my wisdom teeth removed) I cried like a baby! So, IV's in. They bring Martin and my mom back to sit and wait with me until the doctor is ready for me. For those of you who are avid General Hospital fans or maybe not full timers like my grandmother, mother and now myself. But if you've ever caught a show you might have stumbled on a conversation about OR3 and how its cursed. Well, I tell my mom before I get wheeled away, I just hope I don't get OR3! She laughs as I get wheeled out. I'm layin there all comfy cozy on my gurney, getting wheeled down this long hallway. OR1......OR2......here's our stop she says. CRAP! OR3! I say another quick little prayer, laugh to myself and in my head say, if only Dr. Drake were here. LOL

I had to transfer myself over to the actual OR table and the anaesthesiologist says, where do you want to go? I'm gonna take you on a trip. Lets go to Hawaii! I said OK. Closed my eyes for just a second while the nurse and everyone was setting out the utensils and things. Woke up with a mask on my face, people watching in the recovery room. Sweet! That was a breeze. I was a little drunk for a little while there. But it wore off quickly after I woke up. They wheeled me back down to the room where I waited initially. Shortly after getting wheeled in, My hubby walks in. =) Yes babe, I made it. I'm alive. (He hates hospitals) So the nurse comes in, helps me stand up and get my pants on. I finished dressing, mom walks in and the nurse tells her to pull the car up. I got handed a sacked lunch (thanks Corona Regional, that was very sweet) and was wheeled out to my car. Now, I did some research on this surgery before I went in. Got a few personal opinions from some friends and family members who have had it done. I'm not feeling any pain here. Did they not do it right? I think my high pain tolerance kicks in again. Or I was just lucky. I only had to take one of my pain pills she gave me, and that was an hour after I got home and only precautionary per my doctors request.

Other then that. the hardest part of this whole thing was the "taking it easy" for 4 days. That was miserable. I wasn't allowed to lift anything so every time I wanted to pick up Hunter, Id get yelled at. My butt got sore from laying on the couch for 4 days. But other then that, I was stoked it went so well.
Until....

A few days after my surgery, I got a call from my doctors office saying "Your pathology report came back on the tissue we had tested, and I noticed you didn't schedule your follow up appointment". The doctor told me to wait two weeks for my follow up appointment. Its only been a week.
Somethings wrong, I could feel it.
She said to come in Tuesday, and the doctor will go over your results with you. I instantly felt the urge to pray. Which I did, practically every spare moment, until today came.
I get a call around 11:10 this morning from the doctors office asking if I could go in early? "The doctor is here and we have no patients waiting so the doctor can see you earlier". I then thought to myself, Great! Its so bad, that they don't want to tell me in front of other people for fear I may get hysterical. So I jumped in my car. Practically flew there. Yes Mother, I drove fast because I was nervous. You would have too.
So I get in there, and she opens my chart and goes Oh... OK. Reaches for one of those flip books with the disgusting illustrations sitting in the basket covered in dust because she rarely needs to use them. My heart sank.
She turned to a page showing what an uterus looks like that has been effected by Endometrial Hyperplasia.

LESSON TWO:

Endometrial Hyperplasia is a medical condition that, if unaddressed, will in 30% of cases develop into Cancer of the Uterus. Endormetrial hyperplasia is an above normal thickening of the lining of the uterus. The overgrowth of cells predisposes the women to abnormal tissue changes in the uterus which may become cancerous. The reason for the hyperplasia is generally due to a dominance of the hormone estrogen and a deficiency of the hormone progesterone.
So. There it is. My current fate. Whats the next step I'm sure you're asking. Well, My doctor is going to give me a Depo shot for three months to try to regulate the cycle somewhat. Then another D&C and biopsy of the tissue. Hopefully, God willing, this will work and we caught it in time. In the meantime, I need prayers. Big, long, strong prayers. I've always thought to myself, God is not Allowing me to get pregnant as some form of punishment. I know now, after some perfectly timed (by God mind you) bible study, I've realized, God isn't punishing me. He's just not ready yet. He will make me a mother when He is ready. Its all on God's time. Not mine. This is all in His hands. Whether He heals me of this condition or helps get me through cancer later down the road, I know whatever my path is, It will be the Path that was made for me. So here I am Lord. Ready and willing to do whatever it is I need to do. Let Your will be done.