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This year has been a particularly trying year for me. Amongst Covid and the lockdowns, I was diagnosed with an 6cm tumour in my uterus back in June.
What followed since then has been a horrific series of medical dramas that I wouldn’t wish on my own worst enemy.
What followed since then has been a horrific series of medical dramas that I wouldn’t wish on my own worst enemy.
After months of testing I was referred to a gynaecologist, and waited two weeks for an available appointment.
I assumed that during/after that appointment I would have answers to my problems, and a solid plan to take this unwanted orange of doom out of me. I was wrong.
I assumed that during/after that appointment I would have answers to my problems, and a solid plan to take this unwanted orange of doom out of me. I was wrong.
The appointment lasted seven minutes, and consisted of her:
⁃Explaining to me I was too young to have any surgeries
⁃Telling me that nothing can be done because I want to have kids (I don’t, she refused to listen and insisted I did)
⁃Explaining to me I was too young to have any surgeries
⁃Telling me that nothing can be done because I want to have kids (I don’t, she refused to listen and insisted I did)
⁃Telling me I’d have to “just take the pill and live with it” until I’m at least 35
⁃Dismissing my sexuality, and encouraging me to “come back with my husband when we want to start a family”
⁃Prescribing me a pill I told her I was previously informed not to take
⁃Dismissing my sexuality, and encouraging me to “come back with my husband when we want to start a family”
⁃Prescribing me a pill I told her I was previously informed not to take
I left the appointment a broken, angry mess. And spent the next few days looking for a second opinion. I booked a new gynaecologist three days later and was put on a new waiting list - this time for nine weeks.
Within that time my both my mental and physical health deteriorated.
Within that time my both my mental and physical health deteriorated.
I departed social media, and put my uni studies on hold. I called an ambulance twice for the pain, and wound up in the ER several times.
Nerve pains, nausea, migraines, muscle aches, exhaustion, hot flashes, cramps, chest pains; you name it, I had it...
Nerve pains, nausea, migraines, muscle aches, exhaustion, hot flashes, cramps, chest pains; you name it, I had it...
And yet; every medical professional I saw within that time, narrowed it down to: It’s probably the tumour, you should probably get it out? And I wound back at square one.
After seven weeks on the waiting list I was told I had been taken off and given an appointment date
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After seven weeks on the waiting list I was told I had been taken off and given an appointment date
That appointment was yesterday morning. I was terrified of being dismissed and overlooked again. Because I knew deep down that my personal well-being couldn’t handle another nosedive.
Fortunately, the second time was the charm. She was absolutely lovelyhttps://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😩" title="Mattes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Mattes Gesicht">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="💜" title="Violettes Herz" aria-label="Emoji: Violettes Herz">
Fortunately, the second time was the charm. She was absolutely lovely
She didn’t question anything I brought up, didn’t have any problems with me being single, and childless. Or unmarried. And had absolutely no issues with my sexuality.
She spent close to an hour explaining to me the different pills, deciding on one that would help shrink the tumour - now 8cm at this point - and giving me tips/tricks/advice on how to minimise the pain and alleviate any blood loss.
Wildly different to the other appointment...
Wildly different to the other appointment...
She took the time to give me her email, and ask that if I had any questions/additional symptoms to message her immediately so she would be able to monitor/change any of the dosages she has prescribed.
And after the monitoring period is over, surgery is most definitely an option.
And after the monitoring period is over, surgery is most definitely an option.
For the first time in several months, I felt understood, listen to, and validated. I broke down in tears realising that I’ve finally found someone who’s willing to help.
In the last 24 hours I’ve felt better than I have all year. I finally have a planhttps://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😩" title="Mattes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Mattes Gesicht">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="💜" title="Violettes Herz" aria-label="Emoji: Violettes Herz">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🙌🏻" title="Raising hands (heller Hautton)" aria-label="Emoji: Raising hands (heller Hautton)">
In the last 24 hours I’ve felt better than I have all year. I finally have a plan
