I'm sure by now most everyone knows I won't be at RTX this year (and if not...surprise?) and now that things are calming down somewhat I'm ready to say why.
Last August I started having severe pain issues that gradually became worse and resulted in me going to the doctor who referred me to an OB/GYN. After some tests and ultrasounds they told me I had a growth in my uterus and would need to have it removed. My surgery was in December and it turned out to be a couple of benign fibroids, so we celebrated and moved on with our lives.
In March I started having pain again which got worse faster than before so I went back to the OB/GYN a few weeks ago. She had me schedule another ultrasound, gave me a prescription for hormones until we got the results back, and told us we needed to figure out what we want to do with regards to having kids. Last week I got my results back and it's another set of fibroids. Or polyps. One of the two. Either way, surgery is on the horizon again.
According to my doctor this will be my life. Apparently they don't know what causes what I have and all they can do is put a band-aid on it with birth control (which won't stop them from developing but may lessen the size, pain, and duration) and remove them if they get too bad. So essentially we have a few options:
Option 1: not do birth control and try to have a kid with the fertility issues combo of PCOS and fibroids while knowing fibroids increase the risk of miscarriage
Option 2: do birth control and to try to keep the fibroids under control and when we're ready to try to have a kid hope we don't end up in the same boat we're currently in (basically putting off option 1 for a little while) once the hormones keeping them "in check" are out of the equation.
Option 3: try a super expensive (insurance may not cover) injection I can only get once a month for six months to try to keep the fibroids from growing too large and once the six months are up have them start growing again or get a whole 12 months before they do.
Or, ya know, there's always just removing my uterus and never having to deal with it again.
After a lot of crying and screaming (at least half of which was due to the hormones I was on causing so much fun in my brain) while simultaneously googling "what the hell can I do?" I calmed down and when Jason got home I told him what I'm going to do.
Step 1: stop taking the hormones, cause guess what? Hormones feed my issue so how about no more of those? Thanks.
Step 2: Kick meat and dairy to the curb. No more foods that cause my body to react with or stay in a state of inflammation.
Step 3: Remove what's grown back, recover, and get my ass in shape.
Step 4: Reduce stress, a body in stress will never heal and my only real option/hope is that my body will heal itself.
So school while working full time has been put on hold, Jason has jumped on board the essentially vegan train with me, and I'm getting my surgery scheduled to get rid of the non rent paying assholes taking up space in my uterus. I'm going to do every thing I can to take care of myself and hope it's enough. If not...guess all our kiddos will have fur because I am not about to start taking to my bed once a month.
Of the five main risk factors to having fibroids that I found (pregnancy (ha!), family history (thanks mom), being African American, being over 30, and being over weight) I have a 4/5 score. Not to mention a diet heavy in meat and low in vegetables is another factor and pretty much how I loved to live.
And yes that was past tense for a reason. It's been a week of no meat or dairy and while it hasn't been easy (more so in the figuring out what to eat, surprisingly giving up meat and dairy hasn't been that hard) I'm already feeling better. My body feels slimmer, especially in my hands, and I don't have that low level pain in my uterus 24/7. I feel good physically all day long, even caught myself feeling happy out of nowhere while dealing with something at work that normally would have me in a shitty mood for hours.
It's been a change and a challenge and while I hate not traveling or seeing my friends again this year I have to focus on me and my health, even that means giving up things to get to where I need to be for future me to look back and say "Thank you.".