Funny Thing Happened On The Way to My Hysterectomy
Finally went to see my GYN for the first time since coming out of the hospital back in December. As per usual, I went to pieces with the doctor.
It was like all of the emotions I had bottled up inside me came rushing out of me in one big wave crashing against huge rocks.
I tried really hard to keep my composure with Dr. King, but I needed to talk about all of the things I could never speak to anyone else about other than my sister Sandra. My older sister was supposed to be there, she never showed up. It was crushing to say the very least.
I was already on edge with my new diagnosis of CKD and not being told about it while I was in the emergency room to them admitting me into the ICU. Dr. King was actually phenomenal, it was me who had totally gone off the rails.
Avoiding a situation for years does not mean it's not happening to you. I kept putting off going to see a GYN until I nearly died from the blood loss. Not only that I have to also deal with this contentious divorce from my husband.
We got married in October of 2016 and within three weeks of being married, I learned he was carrying on numerous affairs. He was maintaining a completely different resident in another city. Against my better judgment, I should have ended the marriage then, but no, leave it to me to do the exact opposite. I forgave my husband and I thought we were moving past it, only to find out he was doing all over again. I was extremely embarrassed because to learn all of this my niece witnessed the infidelity.
My husband has also tried to hook up with a former friend of mine, and it came to a head when she came to my house to confront him about him lying to her about being married. She said she doesn't mess around with married men, which is a complete lie because I know otherwise.
With all the things I have to worry about, a cheating man is not one of them and with women like her, I don't need any female friends other than the ones in my family.
Dr. King wasn't going to do the biopsy at that visit. She said she wanted to do all of it such as the pelvic exam, plus the getting the sample from my endometrium lining. She explained to me what the process was going to entail and after she got my lab results she would then know if she needed to send me to a gynecological oncologist if it turns out that the cells are either pre-cancerous or cancer.
She also said she would like to pursue other forms of treatment if she doesn't have to do a hysterectomy. I told her no matter the outcome I still wanted the hysterectomy. This last go around in the hospital was too much for me. I cannot keep going through this.
I have to use other words to describe the whole ordeal. For instance, I call the speculum "the salad spoons" and the tubing she will use to extract the cells a "bendy-straw". For me, this is the way I have to deal with all of this.
I need laughter to keep from crying.
It was like all of the emotions I had bottled up inside me came rushing out of me in one big wave crashing against huge rocks.
I tried really hard to keep my composure with Dr. King, but I needed to talk about all of the things I could never speak to anyone else about other than my sister Sandra. My older sister was supposed to be there, she never showed up. It was crushing to say the very least.
I was already on edge with my new diagnosis of CKD and not being told about it while I was in the emergency room to them admitting me into the ICU. Dr. King was actually phenomenal, it was me who had totally gone off the rails.
Avoiding a situation for years does not mean it's not happening to you. I kept putting off going to see a GYN until I nearly died from the blood loss. Not only that I have to also deal with this contentious divorce from my husband.
We got married in October of 2016 and within three weeks of being married, I learned he was carrying on numerous affairs. He was maintaining a completely different resident in another city. Against my better judgment, I should have ended the marriage then, but no, leave it to me to do the exact opposite. I forgave my husband and I thought we were moving past it, only to find out he was doing all over again. I was extremely embarrassed because to learn all of this my niece witnessed the infidelity.
My husband has also tried to hook up with a former friend of mine, and it came to a head when she came to my house to confront him about him lying to her about being married. She said she doesn't mess around with married men, which is a complete lie because I know otherwise.
With all the things I have to worry about, a cheating man is not one of them and with women like her, I don't need any female friends other than the ones in my family.
Dr. King wasn't going to do the biopsy at that visit. She said she wanted to do all of it such as the pelvic exam, plus the getting the sample from my endometrium lining. She explained to me what the process was going to entail and after she got my lab results she would then know if she needed to send me to a gynecological oncologist if it turns out that the cells are either pre-cancerous or cancer.
She also said she would like to pursue other forms of treatment if she doesn't have to do a hysterectomy. I told her no matter the outcome I still wanted the hysterectomy. This last go around in the hospital was too much for me. I cannot keep going through this.
I have to use other words to describe the whole ordeal. For instance, I call the speculum "the salad spoons" and the tubing she will use to extract the cells a "bendy-straw". For me, this is the way I have to deal with all of this.
I need laughter to keep from crying.
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