So, a little over a year ago I started having issues
that required me to go visit the good old ob/gyn. They asked me if I was on birth control, I
said no. They then asked how long I have
been off, I told them over a year and a half, but we hadn’t really been trying
until about six months ago. I was all
smiles, but they gave me a look of shock and horror. I should have known then that something was
wrong. They started doing tests which
included an ultrasound with an eight inch probe. You lay there on the table as
a relationship between you and the ultrasound tech develops into something
magical. As uncomfortable as this is for
you to read, I can assure you that it was much more uncomfortable for me to
experience. Weeks later, as I was still
having issues, I went back to the doctor.
It was at this appointment that I was told that I have a deformed uterus,
a heart shaped uterus to be exact. A
deformed WHAT?!? In the game of life, I really don’t recall a deformed uterus
being an option. She then tells me that
this can lead to miscarriages, infertility, late term miscarriages, and a long
laundry list of other issues. I
instantly did what any other person would have done, I began googling. It wasn’t sounding pretty. She then referred to me to a fertility doctor
for additional testing.
I tried to make an appointment to the doctor that
they recommended. They didn’t accept our
insurance. So I call the doctor back,
they couldn’t find another doctor who could perform these tests and advised me
to call my insurance. I call the insurance;
they can’t search by tests, only by doctors in network or out of network. The girl gives me a long list of doctor’s
offices to call; none of them perform these tests. A few days later, coincidentally, Tom gets a
call from his HR representative. Turns out he has been in the wrong insurance
since he started working there, for almost two years. They switched him into the correct insurance
and as luck would have it, this insurance was covered by the fertility
specialist.
So I make my appointments and I go along my
way. The first test was one that is
guided by an x-ray. So you have to go
over to the hospital to have that one done.
As you lay on the x-ray table a woman attaches a catheter to your
cervix. Now keep in mind, you are spread
eagle in an x-ray room at a hospital with a pillow under your crotch (there’s
an important life lesson to be learned here).
The woman calls in the radiologist, a young guy about my age, now this isn’t
awkward at all. She then shoots a dye into your uterus and they take an x-ray. You hop off the table go get changed then she
discusses the results with you after. Oh
yea, all that dye, its dripping everywhere, including the pillow. So next time you go to the hospital remember,
bring your own pillow. You really don’t
know where that thing has been before you.
Finally, the woman went over the results with me, as
I’m looking at the x-ray of my uterus.
At this point, I done enough googling to know it isn’t supposed to look
like The Jokers smile. I sat there while
she told me that this is more severe than they typically see and I would need
surgery.
The next procedure I had was an ultrasound where
they hook your cervix up to a catheter and fill your uterus with saline so they
can see the inside of your uterus with the ultrasound. This was a very exciting day for the staff of
the doctor’s office. They immediately
saw polyps. They appeared to be very
happy about this. One of the 4 people in
the room exclaimed “We don’t normally see anything!” Well imagine my delight, I went from having
just a deformed uterus to now having polyps too. More googling revealed polyps are
tumors. Great does this mean I have
cancer? I prefer to not have any tumors
anywhere. Awesome.
During this time I was required to do a lot of blood
tests. At one appointment the doctor
informs me that I have high prolactin. I
needed to do another blood test to confirm the results because this is
indicative of a tumor on your pituitary gland.
Are these people for real? Now I have a deformed uterus, polyps, and
maybe a tumor in my head. Awesome. I was lucky enough to not have a pituitary
tumor. We then found out my husband had
issues that’s his story and that’s all I’m going to say about that. Things started to get worse for me also. I started to get this pain that felt like
organs were being wringed out. It was so
painful, it would make you stop in your tracks and you just didn’t want to move
or breathe or anything. The doctor
suspected endometriosis.
So I scheduled my surgery for ASAP, because I don’t
want any tumor in me longer than it has to be.
I essentially had two surgeries at once, one vaginally and the other
laparoscopic. They removed the polyps
and fixed my deformed uterus vaginally.
Then the laparoscopic surgery was to explore and check for
endometriosis. The doctor told me I
would be walking around the next day. I
had visions of me on the treadmill. I didn’t
realize walking the next day was more like walking like a 97 year old lady
holding the walls to stay upright while I walk to the bathroom. I also had an allergy to Percocet. My face swelled up and I hallucinated that a
Mexican man was in my bedroom. I could
also see a forest in my bedroom. Cool.
At my post-op appointment the doctor informed me
that I didn’t just have a polyp, but I had a uterus filled with polyps. So for all of you kind hearted people who
want to tell me you had a polyp too, and still had children, so I shouldn’t
worry at all… Zip it. This isn’t a contest of who has the worst
uterus. She said it was one of the worst cases she had ever seen and that I
would have never have been able carry a child without the surgery. She
told me she fixed my deformed uterus. Good
news, I don’t have cancer. I also have
endometriosis. Then she dropped the
hammer, due to my husband’s issues, if we wanted to have children, we would
need to go ahead with IVF within 6 months because polyps grow back rather
quickly. This was September. She also asked me if I wanted to talk to the
girl about the financials of IVF. I told
her yes, because I didn’t want to have to come back to the office. Honestly, as soon as she told me I needed
IVF, everything else sounded like the Charlie Brown teacher. I was kind of prepared for her to tell me
that IVF would cost 10K total. I was not
prepared for her to tell me that IVF would cost 17k and that medications would
cost an additional 7k. How were we going
to come up with this kind of money in less than 6 months’ time? I had done my research on IVF. I knew what this meant. I knew it meant that Tom and I would have to
pay a lot of money to have a 50/50 shot of having a child. I know we all have seen John and Kate plus 8
and think ooooh IVF…. Everyone walks away with a child. This is not the case. Only 50% of people walk away pregnant during
an IVF cycle, not great odds. That means
I walk away with a baby, you don’t. You
walk away with a baby, I don’t. I just
remember losing my shit as soon as I lft the office.
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