Coping with Ovarian Cysts
As I become more familiar with the blogger community I also become more comfortable sharing personal aspects of my life. I believe what makes us unique as bloggers are the interests, experiences and struggles we share with each other. If you haven’t already guessed by the title of this post, I thought I would share a struggle I am facing with ovarian cysts in hopes to connect with those who can relate. So, let’s get started!
My Jounery Thus Far with Ovarian Cysts
It all started 8 months ago (cue dramatic music). For a little over a year I have worked at an amazing non-profit organization, the opportunity to escape retail jobs and come into a great office environment was a blessing. The only downside is that I am now sitting as opposed to standing for 50 hours a week which is including my hour commute. This has caused some weight gain, though I cannot blame my desk chair for my unhealthy lifestyle change of snacking at my computer.
I began having sharp pains in my lower abdomen that were unlike any menstrual cramps I had ever felt. I was tired, uncomfortable and irritated. However, once my menstrual cycle did begin the pain would vanish and I would put it into the back of my mind until the next time came around. This went on for 6 months as I procrastinated on calling the doctor. Eventually, after an exhausting week of waking up every night at 2:30am in massive pain I finally made the call.
Of course my practitioner was not in so I had to meet with another. She is a very nice woman, however, after explaining what I was feeling just chalked it up to cramping. I told her I thought there was something more so she agreed to make an ultrasound appointment. I have always had very little health issues so this was my first ultrasound. I was pretty nervous already and became more uneasy when the technician was a man. Not that there is anything wrong with him, just my first time being pants-less with a man in the room. He looked but didn’t say much and just asked that we go further and use the probe, sorry if that is too much information. He then sent me on my way without giving anything away of the results.
The doctors’ office lagged on telling me the results. I called at one point and they hadn’t even looked at them yet so I was getting fairly frustrated. Eventually the Medical Assistant called and informed me that I have an “Enlarged Ovarian Cysts” and when I asked for further explanation she answered incredibly vaguely. Mainly concentrating on prescribing my birth control, which I haven’t been on since I was 16 years old. I am in a happily, dedicated relationship with my boyfriend and we are at the point where if pregnancy were to happen it wouldn’t be a horrible surprise. I say this as a disclaimer though I also just don’t believe in birth control due to family complications and personal beliefs (but that is a story for another blog post). Needless to say, the only reason I would take these pills is to help the pain and the assistant could not help in explaining the chemical reasons for the birth control. She honestly just kept telling me to make sure I used condoms too. Either way, I am lost and annoyed.
This brings me to present day. I took the birth control for two months and though it dulled the pain it did not get rid of it. And thankfully at the end of the month I get to FINALLY sit down with my doctor to; 1. actually figure out what is going on with my body and 2. get closer to fix it.
I am in no way saying that all doctors and all situations are lacking in letting patients know what is going on, but in my situation I feel like I have not gotten adequate explanations of why I feel this pain. I juggle between solely being upset by the constant uncomfortable feeling and being incredibly scared that I may not have children.
For now I concentrate on not allowing the stress affect my health and create a tight bond with my heating pad, anxiously awaiting my appointment. If you have experienced ovarian cysts I would love to connect. I know we are all different, however, we are all bonded together as well.
If you made it this far, thank you for allowing me to vent and Happy Saturday!