But, I have jumped ahead of myself, let me fill you in on the past week. As I mentioned, the source of all of this drama and the source of my pain is a large cyst on my right ovary. I will fill you in on all of the information, but I want to start with what is most important.
In doctor speak my cyst is "unremarkable." In the rest of life I want to be remarkable, but nothing is better than a medical test that reads "unremarkable." My cyst is large, but it doesn't look dangerous. There is absolutely no indication of cancer or anything worrisome. For this, I am truly blessed.
It may be unremarkable, but in my mind this cyst is like a rebel coup, it has just moved in and taken over. An ultrasound found the cyst back in May, but it has probably been causing my issues since late 2007. A normal ovary is about the size of a small walnut, mine is almost 3 times the normal size. This cyst obviously hurts, but it is also pushing on everything else. Much like a woman who is 8 months pregnant, I have to pee all the time. Plus it is bothering my stomach, making me queasy most of the time. While the doctors will happily give me all the "good" pain medicines, I am a wimp with any type of narcotics. I just throw them up. So I have just plugged along with Advil (and Toradol on bad days).
Until, Dr. Enochs' stunt, the Advil and Toradol regime was almost good enough. That all changed with the exploratory surgery on 8/13. Dr. Enochs didn't actually fix anything, but he did poke around and take pictures. I recovered from the surgery itself, but my cyst apparently didn't like being disturbed. It said, "Gigi, if you thought I was bothering you before, let me show you what I can really do." In the past two weeks, all of my symptoms jumped into high gear.
On Friday, I had the MRI to find out more about the cyst. The MRI itself was fine. They slid me in the tube and let me listen to some music on headphones. With the exception of the machine's loud clanging , it was really a very relaxing 30 minutes. Unfortunately, one of the medicines they gave me did make me feel horrible later on, but the actual MRI went great.
By Saturday and Sunday, my grin and bear it season was over. Scott took point with the girls and I lounged. I lounged on the couch, in bed, in the backyard, and basically anywhere I could. I moved around as little as possible. One quick trip to the grocery store, left me needing a nap.
By Sunday evening, I was done - D-O-N-E - done. I called my GYN. She said to go to the ER to get checked out. I left Scott with the girls and arrived to a standing room only ER. Five hours later, I finally left the waiting room. A friend from business school who happened to be in town came over and stayed with the girls (thanks Brian). Scott joined me at 11PM. They ran a few tests gave me a shot of narcotics and sent me home at 3AM. I threw up the medicine as soon as I got home. So it was a 9 hour visit that left me exactly the same, except more tired and more nauseas.
However, a trip to the ER definitely got everyone's attention. Like magic all of my test results (Friday's MRI, blood work, another ultrasound) which were supposed to take 5-7 days to process were ready and printed by 8AM Monday morning.
Yesterday, I went to both my primary care doctor (who is one of the best doctors I have ever come across) and my GYN. They both agreed - get rid of the cyst. The surgery was scheduled ASAP - and Wednesday 8/27 at 1:15 is the time. Technically, I am having a laparoscopic unilateral right-side salpingo-oophorectomy. In English, they are going to use small incisions to remove the cyst as well as my right ovary and fallopian tube (the second two are casualties of the cyst).
While, I am a little sad to say good-bye to my right ovary, it isn't a big deal. My left ovary will just step up and take over the duties of her missing partner. Theoretically, there shouldn't even be an impact to my fertility. Nana and Mimi don't get your hopes up. Scott and I do not plan to test the outcome - we are happy as a family of four.
I still hold that Dr. Enochs (the first surgeon) is an idiot. I am still pissed that I had an entire surgery for absolutely no reason. I even have three doctors who have voiced the same opinion. As my primary care doctor (did I mention how great he is) said, "why the hell didn't Enochs take care of this on the 12th."
Pissed or not, I can't change the past. I am now focused on the present. And the present means surgery tomorrow and a quick recovery (probably just a week or two). After that I am looking forward to boring, normal, regular life. After 11 months of chronic (and often debilitating) pain, nothing could be finer than chasing after Sarah and Jaley on the playground pain-free.
Once again, all of our friends and family have joined in to help. Scott has been a gem taking point on the girls even after long days in the office. My mom is flying back into town tonight and taking over the house. Jan and Mike offered to drive here from TN to help out. My neighbor, Kim, brought over dinner last night. I already know that more meals are on their way. Even Sarah and Jaley have been trying (and even succeeding) to be on their best behavior. I am so lucky to be surrounded by such loving people. I said it before, but it is worth saying again. I am truly blessed. Thank you.