So, apparently I owe my uterus an apology. Although I am not yet ready to offer one. Allow me to explain.
I saw my OBGYN on Monday. He did another ultrasound and found multiple fibroids. But he does not feel they are causing my symptoms. He has referred me to a urologist.
No surgery after all. For now, anyway.
This is all feeling eerily familiar. Back in 2007, I was in agony. After countless doctor appointments and an ER visit, it was determined I had a fibroid.
I had a different OBGYN at the time, and she did not feel the fibroid was causing my symptoms. She wanted me to see a gastroenterologist. I was shuffled back and forth for two months, all while I continued to feel worse.
Finally, my OBGYN told me she'd had a last minute surgery cancellation, and if I wanted, she could go in laparoscopically the next day to see what she could see. I was practically giddy, as strange as that may sound.
What she found was the "biggest, ugliest fibroid" she had ever seen. It was sitting on top of my uterus. And, the weight of that had cut off the blood supply to my appendix. Both had to be removed.
Now, as my current OBGYN is shuffling me off to a urologist, I'm having a case of deja vu. And even though I am miserable and spending all day (and much of the night) in the bathroom, I can't get in to see the new doctor until the 27th.
It's going to be a long wait. I'm having to stay close to home, because being out and about is becoming an issue. I'm not in pain, but do have a fair amount of pressure and discomfort. I'm not a happy woman these days.
It's not a UTI; they have tested for that four times. And it's not diabetes. I hope the urologist will be able to figure it out. But I won't be at all surprised if I do end up in the OR saying goodbye to my lady parts.