the 'c' word... but not THE 'c' word... and not that other 'c' word either.

If you've read my recent mini-freak-outs on Facebook and Twitter, wondered what the hell Nenette's ranting about this time, and finally messaged me to tell me to "for the love of heaven, zip it!" with your concern (for which I'm very grateful), you may have heard that -
(a) I'd just had a diagnostic ultrasound test on my woman parts on June 9th,
(b) I was totally thinking the worst, and
(c) they probably should've given me a sedative, because holy crap, I was driven to "blubbering moron" status by my wild imagination by the time the 2 weeks were up.

So, it should come as no surprise that, despite running a fever due to flu, I was NOT going to miss the follow-up appointment on the 24th.

Good news: I don't have cancer.
Not-so-good news: It wasn't nothing.

The not-nothings are...

... a cyst. A hemorrhagic cyst on my right ovary -- which explains the dull pressure/pain on my right abdomen, right leg, and round to my back -- that should allegedly shrink on its own. I'll be getting a follow-up ultrasound done in 2 months to see if it's vanished or grown to basket ball proportions.

... a couple of uterine polyps. Of unknown size. Which will have to be removed via D & C as they won't vanish on their own.

... possible endometriosis. Which we won't be investigating this until the polyps and cyst have been dealt with.

All in all, it's looking like I still have to get some work done under the hood. Thankfully, it's not complete organ removal, like my mother had at my age when they found ginormous cysts on both ovaries (I obviously come from a lumpy family), but I'm still very nervous.

Nothing new. I was a quivering mess like this when I had surgery to remove all 4 wisdom teeth (at 17) and when I had surgery to remove a benign lump in my breast (at 21 -- see? lumpy), so I think I will continue to be a little ball of freak-out from time to time until this is all done.

UPDATE: My D&C Extravaganza 


  1. Yay! Nothing!

    Also: Yay! Not nothing! Because if it was *actually* nothing, you go home thinking "WTF? it's NOT nothing, so they missed SOMETHING, so what'd they MISS?" Follow any of that? Summary: Sorry that there's anything at ALL to find, but glad *it* was found and found to be *nothing*.

    It's too early to be attempting to communicate with anything but grunts.

    UGH [love you] UGH [hugs]

  2. Sorry to hear you've got some lumps, but glad it's not any serious lumps!
    Sending love and ((hugs))

  3. Anonymous29 June, 2010

    I understand getting worked up about this. When I was in my teens I had a lot of trouble with the first issue you mention. My pain was sharp, shooting and rather painful, but the good news is it eventually resolved itself. I'm paranoid too because the big C runs on both sides of the family and I haven't had the best of luck with health. I am thankful that the problem has been diagnosed so they can get you fixed up but it is still scary I understand. Just remember that you are super woman and you are in my thoughts!

  4. There is good lumps and bad lumps. Glad you don't have the bad lumps.


  5. hugs! very scary stuffs. I hope they can fix these things up easily. good job getting it checked out!

  6. Glad they figured it out and it's something they can take care of.

  7. Scarey stuff - so glad it is OK(ish).

  8. Oh my little lumpy Nen. I am glad these aren't c-lumps and that they can be dealt with. I myself had my first mammogram yesterday...sometimes growing older means growing up. I am glad you are on the road to recovery because I enjoy basking in the awesomeness that is you! Stay strong and let me know what I can do. And by do, I mean - send cookied? xo