Wednesday, April 17th, 2013
I received a letter from the surgeon that removed the endometrioma from my body back in August 2008 to let me know that she is retiring. It’s really not something I think about that often anymore, but way before I was married (in fact, Bill and I had just started dating) I went through some pretty difficult treatment to make it possible to have a baby one day.
If you weren’t around back then, I had an ultrasound on my kidneys to check on some suspected kidney stones. As I was getting dressed after the ultrasound, a nurse knocked on my door and asked that I stop getting dressed and come back to the ultrasound room as there was something they needed to take a closer look at. The technician was pretty light on the details, but there was a 6 centimeter mass on one of my ovaries. They sent the images to my doctor and told me that I’d have to wait to talk to her.
It was 4:30 on a Friday. So, that was a super fun weekend.
When I finally spoke with my doctor the next week, she reported that I had a dermoid cyst on my ovary and that it would need to be removed. I met with a surgeon to discuss my options and scheduled a surgery to remove it. The hoped for solution was a laparoscopy but the doctor prepared me for the worst – which would have been a full caesarean section to remove my entire ovary. Yikes.
Surgery day came and we learned that instead of a dermoid cyst, there were chocolate cysts all over my uterus and bowels. The doctor removed all of that and then suggested a course of medical menopause to stop any further endometrioma from growing and to protect my fertility.
That…was no walk in the park. Those who “knew” me back then knew that “Lupron Rhi” was a mess. I did not put a shirt on until I was ready to walk out the door in the morning as my hot flashes caused me to sweat profusely. I went on walks outside (in the brisk Oregon autumn) to cool off. I kept a little fan at my desk to cool me off during hot flashes. I cried at the drop of the hat and became irrationally angry just as quickly. I was not a pleasant person.
I worked with a trainer at the gym and after a weigh-in showed that I had gained weight, I cried the whole way home. My body really, really took menopause seriously. Despite the fact I had been working out like crazy, which was one good way to take care of the nasty mood I was often in, my body was gaining weight right around my hips and thighs. Just like what happens to real menopausal women.
And, then it was over. The hot flashes stopped. My moods evened out. The weight went away. Bill and I continued to date, then got engaged, bought our house and got married. And, then we decided to try to have a baby. Five years later, here we are.
Worth it. Totally worth it.
Thank you, Dr. Darm. Thank you for my perfect boy.