Remember that doctor's appointment I had on Monday? Well, life indeed threw me a little bit of a curve ball...although I'm happy to say that I am now on the mending side of things.
The nutshell - because really, no one needs the hairy details:
Back in January I had some really strange problems with pelvic pain for a couple of days. By the time I went to see my doctor, it was long gone and nothing showed up on the pelvic ultrasound. We suspected a ruptured ovarian cyst, but I was given instructions to call immediately if it happened again so that I could come in for another exam. Well, the pain came back over last weekend with a vengeance. In fact, the pain was considerably worse this time than it had been in January - both in severity and duration - and there was little I could do to relieve it. Monday found me back in the doctor's office for a second pelvic ultrasound...and this time something showed up.
I was all for option B, which was to try to control the pain and wait and see. After all, I had a half marathon to train for! My husband, however, insisted on option A - diagnostic laproscopic surgery. I am now very, very grateful that I listened to him.
Turns out, I had a fibroid tumor the size of a walnut sitting either on or in my fallopian tube at the point where it curved above my ovary. (My Dad heard 'in', my husband 'on.') While fibroids are apparently normally not at all painful, the location of this one was causing problems - as I'm sure was it's rapid growth. So I lost part of my tube and the fibroid, but I got to keep my ovary....which was very important to me....and as it was completely benign the whole situation is now behind me.
I was home by 4 this afternoon, and am actually doing pretty well. My mother is here for the rest of the week, and will be taking the girls home with her this weekend so that I can rest and recuperate. Hopefully this will be quick and easy! (Says the girl who's never had surgery before...)