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Today has been rather odd and I've been spaced out - and suddenly it's mostly over.

Partly due to a call last night.

I've been having alot of monthlies lately - about 3 a month, so I went in to see the gyn and had a full MOT so to speak. He thought that I might have fibroids and as a result of his professional opinion so did I.

I went for the pelvic sonogram couple of days after which was a really heart warming experience and last night the Doc called.

Everything else is fine, no fibroids but to his surprise (and mine obviously) there is a rather large cyst hanging out or with, not sure of which - with my left ovary.

He assured me that these occur all the time and he doesn't think it's cancerous but still I went and had the blood test today which he recommended to have ASAP, the results of which I shall find out next week - they have to send it away. The most dismaying thing is - this stupid CA125 test could also test a false positive.

Great.

Just go in, get the thing out and sand blast the area or something and ask questions later.

Ah well!

If you were morbidly curious about details..it's 7cm and apparantly it's complex with a septa.

Okay. So what are the plans?

Ohh, thanks for the

Not really any plans as such, except to bury my head in the sand for a bit and assume that its nothing to worry about until there is something to worry about.

stay cool!

Oookay!

You just let us know when you need more

Hopefully it can be treated relatively painlessly. Do keep us posted, and I'll be thinking of you and sending lots of well wishes your way.

A year after our marriage, conception wasn't happening. So after the obvious test (loose shorts, a magazine and a phial) milady was looked into. Literally. She had endometriosis galore, and an ovarian cyst measuring about 6 cm. Oh, and an ovary and tube that had collapsed and were somewhere awkward to find. Being military at the time, investigations were very slow and annoying, but the first step was a pharmaceutical (cyclamen ?) that stopped the 'cycles', and allowed things to settle. By the time they dove in, the cyst had collapsed with all traces gradually absorbed. Surgeries by inept idiots caused far too many later problems, ones not likely to be seen in a civilian world. What did cause the longer lasting concern was the side-effects of that drug ... Weight gain and bust-growth of very noticeable measures. That have never been able to be whittled down since.

It's annoying that a moment is precluding the exact name of the drug, common in '88-'89, not very common now.

Oof! I'll keep my legs crossed for you.

So will I.

though I am sure you won't need it. Keep us posted.

Websailor

Oh dear, you have my immense sympathy, here is a Giant sized Toblerone i happen to have ready for just such an occasion.

Gyn stuff is such a total pain; i really resent all the invasive surgery stuff i had many years back, all to no avail since there don't seem to be any stray offspring lurking around! But, on the other hand, all the tests made sure there was nothing nasty lurking inside that might end up killing me.

Since you work in the Health Service, you know very well that technology has advanced enormously since the 70's, so i'm sure whatever the diagnosis, it will be treated quickly & definitively. The waiting time is by far the worst bit of the whole thing.

PS: I can highly recommend an early menopause, wonderful; i had no side effects whatsoever & am *yippee* delighted to be a tampax-free zone!



zdt

Thanks a lot, all

Hurrah for giant sized tolberones! I love those I had a dream the other night that I had a big two litre bottle of vodka in my boot and a large tolberone in my glovebox – I guess that means immediately go forth and buy some? Heee!

The only thing working at a regional hospital that also has other practices for specialized things is that most of staff liaise(sp?) between them all – and I am finding that where ever I go – I know someone so far, lucky for me my gyn is someone I've never met till recently, and the lady that did the sono I didn't even get her name, but she rattled off who she knew in my usual workplace, and those people I do know...arrghhh.... *chuckles*

See, i *knew* it would come in handy! I bought a Special Offer pack of 3 Toblerones, very rarely eat myself, i was after the trangular boxes for candle moulds!!!

I've got a wee shot of vodka in my freezer, if you are desperate for some too! (I'm saving it for Dutch Courage at 6am Sunday, when i start setting the stall up at the Xmas Fayre!)

I reckon "knowing" your personally can be a mixed blessing; when i was having all my Gyn probs, i knew my GP very well through a shared interest in photography & Africa, lovely guy....but having "intimate" examination stuff while he's chatting away like your mate is rather unnerving; i'd rather pretend the whole thing isn't happening!

zdt

Absolutely

Ok, well the doc called last night, quite late again 19:30 luckily I was in, usually I take G to hockey practice but he was being difficult so we didn't go..grr..

Anyhow.

He said, its 'borderline'

Which sorta means in doc squeak, we don't know if it is or isn't cancerous.

He did start to say that it was up to me, we could watch it for a bit - I'm like nooooo...why?....get it....OUT! He was rather surprized, I suppose most peeps don't like surgery or most women like to hang on to their ovaries..me no, if it's diseased and might happen again - what is the point? Get it out.

I have a pre-op appoint on the 18th December. I have already decided to ask if the actual op could be done AFTER the festivities being as I would like to eat, drink much and be merry

I suppose it depends how urgent it is to get it out. I understand if they rupture they can be quite dangerous and more painfully uncomfortable than what it is now.

But that pre-op appointment is two bloody weeks away! Can't they get you one sooner, so you can make more arrangements to schedule stuff, having all that to deal with Plus Christmas Plus arranging childcare Plus notifying work Plus the actual worry about what's going on inside...gaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I suppose on the Plus side, far better they found it now, borderline = "if in doubt, whizz it out"; you do have two ovaries after all...i've lived without one of mine for 30 odd years. The op even then wasn't too bad, nowadays they probably do it via keyhole surgery or laser, or send in a team of little daleks down your nose or something.



zdt

Eek! Bestest of the best to you.

Having had the nearest male equivalent to lots of gyney examinations, (horrible!), you all have my sympathy.

Jab

Oh gosh.

I would want it out too. No messing around.



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*also rather amused by Terri's Daleks down the nose comment*

*team of daleks*



Thanks all