Oh Joy!

After living with a stomach ache from hell since last Friday, I finally got persuaded to go to the doctor today. Turns out my handy diagnosis of "gas" which I seem to be using a lot these days was a load of hot air and either have diverticulitis or that brand new cyst that was discovered on my ovary today is the cause of my discomfort.

You would think that it would be a clear cut case, in fact it was pretty clear cut and the diagnosis was diverticulitis right up to the point where the doctor made a comment about the only other thing it could have been was the ovaries but it was too high up to be my ovaries. It was at that point where I mentioned that because of my operation my ovaries had been moved higher up into my abdomen

"What operation? he asked slowly"

"My hysterectomy...what did you think that pretty scar was?"

"I don't know I thought it was some old fashioned type of ceaserian

"Oh"

Turns out, while I had seen this particular doctor before I apparently had not given him my entire history. He knew I had PCOS but had no idea that I had, had cervical cancer and a hysterectomy especially one that involved the lateral transposition of the ovaries *opps*

Yes, so I was shooed out to the building next door for an ultrasound. Not fun let me tell you! I had to drink eight glasses of water and wait non too patiently until I felt like peeing before it could be done. Anyway, my ovaries were located and I have a sizeable cyst on the left one and when the technician pressed on it it hurt, but still...is it that or is it really diverticulitis...join us next time on...sorry got carried away. So now the next step is getting an appointment with my obgyn who I called already but who was out of office so I will have to call him in the morning to get an appointment, so that he can seen the ultrasound, examine me and make his own assessment of the matter...ah life why are you never simple.

As one friend said "I don't have many lady parts left" so to have trouble with my remaining internal lady bits is a bit of a blow and hard to swallow. I am not going to break down, go into a depression or fret about that too much right now, I will not even let the words ovarian cancer get through to my consciousness (oops) and I shall just take it a day at a time, go see my doctor and hear what he has to say and then carry on from there.

All happy, positive thoughts welcome