Damned body.
I finally get off my fat ass and start going to the gym to work out. With a trainer, no less, so I have been seeing and feeling results. Legs look great; arms look much better. Butt firming up nicely.
Stomach? No change at all. Very little weight loss. Bad bloating.
And I fart. Constantly. All day long. No matter what I eat - or even if I don’t eat. Fortunately not usually noxious, but I am talking record-setting farts here. I work in a monitoring station where we sit in cubes, so I spend all day with my butt cheeks squeezed together trying to stop them. When I get up to go to the restroom for some relief, every step I take results in a tiny little poot. Then when I get to the restroom, I can actually feel my colon deflate.
This has been going on for over a year. The first doctor I was seeing - whose diploma is probably is written in some language other than english (and in crayon) - finally orders a pelvic ultrasound.
Results come back - she informs me that I have something in my uterus and something growing on my right ovary. “We’ll do another ultrasound in 6 months.”
6 MONTHS? Are you out of your mind?
That day, I call another doctor who has been referred by a friend. Her receptionist says yes, we can see you - next month. I explain the situation, and she calls back with an appointment for later that week. This doctor (both of these doctors are female, by the way) said “6 months my ass. You are going to a GYN. Now.” She sets up an appointment for the next week.
I go to my old doctor to have my records sent to new doctor. I am given a copy of my ultrasound results. In addition to the things growing, my left ovary seems to be missing. Did it go on vacation without me? Was it frustrated that the eggs it producted weren’t ever used, so it ran away? Dr. McStupid had not even bothered to inform me that I had a missing internal organ.
At my gyn appointment, the doctor - also female - explains that the growth in my uterus is most likely a fibroid, which is not cancerous or even pre- cancerous. She is a bit concerned about the missing ovary, and about the right ovarian growth. She does a routine yearly physical, schedules me for another ultrasound in 6 weeks, and sends me to the vampires in the lab.
Last week, her nurse called. My bloodwork indicates I am not in menopause, so there is no reason why I haven’t had a menstrual cycle in 4 months. She is talking about a biopsy.
I research ovarian biopsy. It involves either surgery or a looooong needle.
I am afraid of needles.
When I researched ovarian biopsy, I found a lovely little list: “If you have any of these symptoms, see your doctor” There are 10 items on the list.
extreme flatulence? check.
bloated abdomen? check.
I have 8 of the ten listed symptoms of ovarian cancer.
Two years ago, a friend of mine was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She was diagnosed on July 4th. She was dead by the middle of August.
I am scared.