Another date with Dr V

Today I had another date with my favourite medical person Dr V.

This was probably my first appointment where Dr V and I both came away happy, which is saying a lot considering we have been together in a Doctor + Patient relationship since January 2014.  When I walked into her room in November she said to me "The last 2 girls I've had in here have gone away happy, so I hope you can be the third."  Unfortunately back then, it wasn't to be as I was still in a lot of pain every minute of the day.

This appointment was different though, mostly because in the last couple of weeks I have been experiencing significantly less pain.  This is awesome for a lot of reasons, but mostly because it's the most 'pain free to an extent' that I have been since mid 2013.  For Dr V, it was probably awesome because that means that this is the first drug that she has tried me on that has actually worked in reducing my long term pain.

Another triumph for me is that now that this drug is working to reduce my pain, no other Doctors can tell me that I have nerve pain / neuropathic pain / habitual pain etc.  My pain is real and it has a gynaecological cause, so to the Gastro Doctors, GPs, Pain Specialists I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!

Dr V is really happy altogether with my progress because my pain is reduced and my latest ultrasound scan came back looking good and like everything was gradually settling down.  She wants to see me again in the middle of the year and said to me before I left "Now maybe you can have your life back", and to be honest, that's exactly how it feels.

Celebrating and Remembering

Went for an ultrasound scan this morning to see if anything has changed since my last scan in November.

In November, my scan showed that my right ovary was enlarged, which could explain the constant pain I still had on my right hand side.  There were also signs of the lining of my uterus being thickened, which is a definite sign of Adenomyosis.

Dr V started me on a contraceptive pill after that scan in November to try and reduce the severe constant pelvic pain I was suffering from.

So the scan this morning showed...

+ My right ovary appears to have shrunk back to a more normal size!  The sonographer even went so far as to tell me I had a "gorgeous little ovary" which was slightly weird, but made me smile 😊

+ There aren't any signs of thickening in my uterus any more and the sonographer said it looked perfect!

I haven't read the report yet or asked Dr V what she thinks of the latest scan, but I'm really happy that things are looking a bit more like they should.

The only thing that scares me is a thought that occurred to me yesterday.  The fact that the little blue contraceptive pill that I'm taking is probably the only thing standing between me and the constant severe pain that I had every waking minute before I started taking it.

The question in my mind is 'Does this mean that I'm going to have to stay on Norimim for the long term just to be able to function?'  Something I'll have to ask Dr V on Friday I suppose.

Today isn't just about celebrating ultrasound results though...

Exactly 1 year ago today, I went under the knife for the first time in my life to have a Diagnostic Laparoscopy.

It was Thursday 16th January 2014.  I had been in hospital for 3 days this time - my second admission in 7 days.

I had been offered the following 3 options...

+ Do nothing and see a Gynaecologist in an Outpatient clinic at some point (no way was I taking that option and going home in constant pain to wait who knows how long)

+ Go on the contraceptive pill for 3 months and then consider surgery (again I couldn't bear the thought of waiting any longer to try something else, I just wanted to know)

or

+ Go on the acute list and have diagnostic surgery while an inpatient

After a few tears and a serious discussion with my Mum, I chose to have surgery while in hospital.  The doctors tried their best to discourage me from having surgery by quoting 'there's only a 50% chance we'll find something' and 'we probably won't find anything', but I wasn't going to be discouraged.  I'd had enough of struggling and being in pain and just wanted to know either way what was going on.

After being on standby for a spot in theatre since Wednesday morning, I went in for surgery on Thursday morning. 

Yes, I cried beforehand and I'm not ashamed to admit it.  It's a really hard decision to make to have surgery when everyone is trying to put you off, but I stayed strong and stuck with my decision.
Turns out, my anaesthetist was a friend of someone I know whose daughters I babysit for, so Ev helped me out with a few jokes and a good chat before I went under.  I think God must have sent Ev to be my guardian angel and he really made things easier.

And then I was out of it 😴

The next minute, I was in Recovery and someone was shouting my name in my ear (or that's how it sounded to me in my drugged up state). 

Eventually, I asked the nurse what they'd found, but she wouldn't tell me and said the doctors would come along later and explain things to me.  Fair enough I thought and I was still pretty out of it  anyway.

The funniest part was when I was still half asleep in Recovery, someone came into my cubicle and asked the nurse looking after me what they had found during the surgery.  She said to whoever it was "they found Endometriosis everywhere." 

So that's how I found out I had Endo!

They obviously thought I wouldn't hear, but I did.  The relief was huge because then I knew I had made the right decision to have the surgery.  I also had a diagnosis, which was awesome, because it's definitely easier when you know what you're fighting.

Today, I am both celebrating and remembering in equal measure.  People have said to me that one day the memories will fade and it will be like it never happened, but honestly I don't think I will ever forget the day I was diagnosed with Endometriosis.