(Please forgive me, I’m blogging under the influence of my pain meds)
On Thursday, May 26th, I had a laproscopy, D&C, and an endometrial ablation. Since I was 13 I’ve been dealing with irregular cycles, weight gain, hormonal imbalances. I’ve been dealing with various medical procedures such as cyst removal, ultra sounds, etc. to determine what is going on with me. I dealt with numberous medication, everything from birth control, hormone pills, to diabetes medication. I’ve had so much blood work done and the only thing that has come back is, “Your pregnant” to “everything’s normal but I don’t see how that is possible”…(I’m sure many would agree with that).
So when Dr. Shea said, “You’ve tried everything and nothing is seeming to work. Now that the lining is starting to attach its self to your uterus we need to start thinking on the more serious side of things. Once you start having heavier cycles and clotting you’re getting into the danger zone.” He suggested the Ablation surgery, basically they scrap your insides, then burn and scar the lining of your uterus so that it can’t attach anymore.
For a moment I had to think about one of two things before making a decision. #1. How serious did I need to consider this? Was I at that moment where a decision needed to be made. Well Dr. Shea pretty much answered it for me stating my immune system was starting to be compromised and I was at the end of my options short of a hysterectomy. #2. Was my sister really serious about me being her surrogate? I mean I know she’s mentioned it and we’ve joked about it. But was she really considering it in the back of her mind as a last-ditch effort? If so, I wouldn’t be able to do this for her given the circumstances if I went through with this.
So I made the decision for me and my life and went through with it. Everything went fine, the surgery hit zero issues and though I’m currently in the middle of recovering I still feel like I made the right decision. I won’t have the fear of the lining building inside of me and nothing to get rid of it. No cancer will be building in me.
My reward was a picture confirmation of my Poly Cystic Ovaries. Proof that they’re ten times the size they should be which is normal with Poly Cystic Ovaries. I had 5 doctors tell me that I wouldn’t be able to have babies unless I had medical intervention. Since God graced me with two, I can safely say, I’m blessed and now fully understand why they call them miracles.
If you’d like some more information on Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome click here.
If you’d like some more information on Endometrial Ablation.