Later On That Morning... (At the Hospital)

About half an hour after my last post, I made my way to the bedroom to lie down.  Immediately, I began to feel a throbbing pressure coming from my right hip/pelvic area.  It was only getting worse, so I woke M up and told him what I was feeling.  The cramps were severe and I decided to go take a bath to see if the hot water helped any.  It did, and my cramps subsided, but that pressure was still building in my right side.  I got out of the tub and tried to go back to sleep, but the pain was overwhelming.  At 4am I finally gave in and let M take me to the hospital. 

Once there, the fine folks at Reston Hospital Center poked, prodded, tested, scanned, and gave me a generous helping of Demerol since, at this point, I was ready to claw at my hip and tear open my skin to alleviate the pain.  The sonogram results came back with a 7 inch cyst on my right ovary.  Ow.

The doctor admitted me for observation and possible surgery.  My GYN arrived in the morning to asses the damage and decided that I should stay for a day, if anything to give me more pain meds.  At 9:30pm she called my room to say that she was ready to order surgery to either a) pop the stupid thing or b) remove the cyst and part of my damn ovary along with it.  My surgery was supposed to be at 11am this morning, but she ordered another sonogram to see if anything had happened with it over the night.  Turns out, the thing has shrunk to 5 inches.  She took this as a good sign and cancelled the surgery.  I'm now home with some Demerol pills and orders to bedrest for the week.  If it starts being ridiciulously painful again, I have a free pass to come on back and get it taken out.  Otherwise, it should continue to shrink and do its thing.

This, as it turns out, is the reason why I haven't bled.  Funnnn.  As soon as its gone, my progesterone should be back at its normal level, and I should be cleared to bleed. 

M was an absolute sweetheart, and took my photos down to Richmond to turn in for the state fair.  We were supposed to go yesterday, but my hospital visit made that impossible.  With impending surgery, the only thing I was worried about was my photos.  M did an incredible thing for me today, and I know how much he wanted to be with me... but in the end, it was a good call, since I didnt get sliced open.  He's still worried about me, but I'm pretty sure that the worst is over.

As for my stupid reproductive organs which so far this year have let me down like nothing else in the world?  This whole experience has served to remind me just how strong my resolve is... and I'll be damned if I'm going to be left without a child.  I could have lost an ovary today.  I could have lost 50% of my chances to ever have a child.  Next month?  Thank god our bedroom wall doesnt connect to another apartment.  :)