It’s been over a year since I was first diagnosed with herniated discs.
It has been the main focus of my life. To deal with them, to become healthier, to build a better core.
I successfully abandoned some
‘small’ findings from that MRI a year ago.
The uterine fibroids
“Uterine fibroids, also called leimyomas or myomas, are non-cancerous growths that originate in the thick wall of the uterus. Fibroids are the most common type of tumor found in female reproductive organs.” – Health Central
Yes, the MRI revealed I had a 7 cm fibroid and another one that I can’t even remember how big it was.
“How can you ignore a 7 cm fibroid for a year?!” asked the gynecologist I saw on Tuesday, 22 October 2013.
“Because it never bother me, Doc and I was too focused on my back and sciatica pain.” And sadly, it was actually the discomforts I’ve been having lately that pushed me to take this steps and get myself checked. It was so scary for me to even come to the clinic!
Doctor recommends surgery to remove the mass that now has grown into a 9 cm big!
I managed to keep my cool and asked the doctor so many questions; wrote down his answers and updated Dan briefly.
This doctor suggested the first option would be to do a hysteroscopy then decide if my uterine fibroids are cancerous or not. If it’s cancerous then the only option he said was to have a hysterectomy.
I managed to stay calm even after listening to the worse case scenarios being laid out by the doctor.
As I left the clinic, it started raining…it was dark…
Clutching a big envelope that housed ultrasound pictures, I stopped a taxi. Got in and told the taxi driver where to go.
He was very cheerful, bubbly and funny that driver. Bless his heart.
While the emotions boiling inside me. I can’t wait to get home. Sadness, anger, frustrations, relief, panic, scare all rolled into one and I was a hot mess.
After I briefly told my mother about the diagnosis, I went upstairs to my room. Dialed Dan on Skype and completely lost it.
My tears came from a place so deep within me that on that day felt threatened…scared that the fibroid(s) may cause me to be infertile…I weep for that and my strong man held me – yes, I can feel him holding me tightly as I cried my eyes out.
He let me cry, to let it all out before we discuss what steps to do next.
That’s the keyword for me, for us at the moment.
He assured me he will be right next to me when we have the surgery scheduled.
So there it is…while I will go seek a second opinion, I know it would be best to get this ‘little darling’ out of me. As I hungrily read up more information about this common women disease and prepare myself mentally for the road up ahead, I will focus on my health even more.
The journey to be fully healthy will be a long one from here on but it is a journey I am ready to face and I couldn’t be more grateful to have the love of my family, my man and my friends to help get through this.