With out the aid of a glass of wine and a friend I lost waaaay too many years of her company. I shall give a rundown.
I have HPV, strain X lucky me! which is a lovely one the shows up as iffy, to full blown cancer cells.
This was found after I had biggest boy.
And again after midsized boy.
After wee girlie I was cleared for a whole six months… and
Again.
For the most part, my body is happily plugging along with ‘abnormal cells within a high but normal range’. Last set of tests came back with me back at clear. Sadly, all this crap means that I get a really good looky loo at the cervical gunk by the lab. Which has recently had a few discrepencies. Yeah. Fun and games.
Yes, I’m very flippant about it. I have cancer cells? ha ha ha! My mother and I are the only two women who haven’t been struck with breast cancer so far. On both my mother and fathers side. I fully expect this, and not in the fatalist woe is me attitude. More of a ‘whatever, lets just kick this crap out’.
For a while now in accordance with how crappy I feel with adhesions and general lack of feeling at the skin level…. my lower abdomen, lets all say the word uterus!, has been having a fit. Most women tend to lose a few teaspoons of blood during her menses. I have been losing about an ounce an hour. Love that diva cup. I only wish I’d lied and taken the one offered me at the clinic as a back up!
So yes, other than the random thought of killing my husbands urologist when I don’t bleed for more than two weeks solid…. this usual indicator of when and what is going on inside my body is gathering dust on my bedside table…
Fun and games y’all, fun and games.
At the moment I am advocating for a hysterectomy. Take the cervix, take the uterus… leave me some ovaries to keep the dementia somewhat at bay… snort. As if I’m not already loopy enough?!
Full report on the fact that women with cesarean scars are more than likely to need a hysterectomy within ten years of this surgery should be linked here… alas, I have better things to save up my pennies for. I know all about the whole, mess with the process and reap the benefits! I need to blog roll that woman!
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Well, I’m drinking a glass of wine while I read this. Does that count?
Actually, I’ve been mulling over my response for an hour.
As the new / old friend, I’m flattered that you think so highly of me. And I regret that my current schedule is so packed that I didn’t get to hear this story in person. Thank you for sharing. I do not think it’s too much information. It’s OK to talk about our plumbing. It’s no different than talking about an ingrown toe-nail, in a way. In fact, as women, I think we need to talk about our plumbing MORE. So that young girls and women don’t think it’s taboo.
Now, to my real thoughts: You ROCK with your flippant attitude. Cancer is scary, awful, and no one deserves it, but it is a fact. There are all sorts of nasty diseases happening to perfectly good people. It’s a crapshoot, and regrettably, you were one of the unlucky ones.
That really sucks, and I’m sorry you are going through this.
And if having some of your girly bits chopped out will help - do it! I know a woman who had a hysterectomy at 24, for the same reason, and she is pushing 50 now, laughing, loving, and doing all sorts of silly things. I also know a woman who went through menopause at 18, and she is just fine (a really crappy college instructor, but fine). I know another woman who had a hysterectomy because of fibroids, and she has been rocking and rolling ever since - that surgery gave her a chance to be free!
Of course, it may not be right for you, I don’t know. But own your health, as much as you can.
And I will bring you flowers, and bitch along side you. I will make time, whatever you decide.
I love you.
P.S. I am not drunk. Yet.
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