One good thing to celebrate from my day

 I only have one good thing to celebrate from my day today. It’s actually a great thing, but I am still too sore to jump up and down about it.

Several months ago, while I was at work, I suddenly became disoriented. I was doing something I have done a million times in my life, but all of a sudden I couldn’t remember how to do it, or even what I was doing. My boss became concerned and, knowing I have health problems, ordered me to stop working and sat with me to ask about what was going on. I started having bad abdominal pain and feeling lightheaded. She called 911 and I was taken to the hospital. They ran a lot of tests and they said they found something on one of my ovaries. This was what had been causing my pain. They instructed me to follow up with my Ob-Gyn to find out what it was.

What it was was a whole swarm of unfertilized eggs all over BOTH of my ovaries!! I was shocked. I honestly thought that, at age 47, my body was done with all that. Nope! But apparently, these eggs had not left my body like they were normally supposed to do. I was dumbfounded; how could this even happen??? 

Well, that set me on the course of months-long procedures and treatments. The first thing my doctor tried was putting me on a certain birth control which she told me helps prevent this very thing from happening. I don’t need to be on birth control for birth control (I have been celibate for several years) but because it prevents this type of thing, I told my doctor to sign me up!

So, we tried it. And hoped. And waited.

I was under observation and while the procedures hurt, I was lightened by the good news so far.

Today was the last follow up procedure and I was thrilled to get a clean bill of health. My ovaries are once again normal and everything looks good. The treatment is working.

YAY!!!!!

I am very happy to be over all that. My doctor said I have 3 more years of this to go and hopefully by then I should be safe. Yes, the follow-up was painful, but I am glad it’s all over with now. I’ll wait until after the pain is gone to do some excited jumping around about it.

NOTE: I was 46 when this happened. I turned 47 while under observation.