I went into the ER basically self-diagnosing my condition . “It’s my gallbladder. Or my appendix,” I told the nurse.
I mean everyone does that, right??
The pain started over the weekend. Slowly getting worse until I couldn’t even pick up my children. Next thing I knew, I was throwing up and calling my husband to get home ASAP!
After lots of tests were run, the nurse came in. “It’s just a cyst. You’ve had those before, right?” Oh no.
Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome
My arch nemesis. Come back with a vengeance. This wasn’t even close to the same level of pain in the past. And I’ve had a cyst rupture!? But nope. I had an irregular cyst larger than a golf ball planted on my ovary.
The next day I met with my OBGYN who made a game plan. We needed to remove the devil’s cyst because
1) I wasn’t supposed to lift anything over 10 pounds and I have twin toddlers. #epicfail
2) Get this monstrosity out of me now! It hurts!
There was a hitch. My IUD needed to come out with it. It had greatly increased my odds for getting cysts. As a person with a condition known to getting cysts, this was a nightmare. Cue, the birth control talk. No hormonal birth control because of a blood-clotting condition. GIVE ME A BREAK! Then she suggested the inevitable.
Getting my tubes tied at 28 years old was a jolt. However, this was almost a welcome relief. No more stressing about complications or risks from birth control which constantly seems to harm me. I’m supposed to be in my prime fertility years, yet I needed a procedure to cut it short.
The cyst came out, and I felt better immediately. Pathology called with great news that it was benign. But it taught me a valuable lesson. I am NOT a medical professional despite seasons of loyalty to Grey’s Anatomy. I can’t accurately self diagnose.
If not diagnosed, the cyst more than likely would have ruptured or caused my ovary to rotate and lose blood supply. Also, when choosing a birth control method discuss your complete medical history. I was so concerned about the blood clotting disorder that I didn’t think about PCOS.
To be honest, the full gravity of this hasn’t completely registered.
When people ask me if we will have more kids it stings. A LOT. I’m not sure if I want more kids. But I want the option. I want the reassurance that in a few years, once the fog has lifted, that I can choose to have more kids. I feel betrayed by my own body again. So right now, I focus on the fact that there were no complications, and I can once again pick up my two boys without pain.