Ha! The backstory
is that I’ve been spotting or bleeding for nearly six weeks. While each burst of actual bleeding was
accompanied by extreme anxiety, I knew that I wasn’t bleeding anything like a
hemorrhage so I tried to breathe deeply. Compounding the panic was the memory
of my mom’s odyssey with cancer that started with exactly the same symptoms at
exactly my age. She was dead two years
later.
I tried some of my own healing arts but found that I
couldn’t concentrate through the anxiety.
Not surprisingly, my efforts were ineffective. Last week I started a round of visits to
conventional medical professionals—I posted some of that story on my Facebook
Page. None of the medicos wanted
responsibility for my long term care: the GP sent me to a gynecologist, after
ordering a raft of blood tests and radiology; the gynecologist insisted that I
needed to follow up with the GP, after ordering more tests, because they “only
do vaginas and babies here” and clearly I had bigger issues going on.
The ob-gyn did prescribe some Provera (synthetic
progesterone, the hormone that down-regulates menstrual bleeding among other
things) to shut of the faucet, as it were.
Being the crunchy granola, nuts and berries kinda gal I am, I asked for
natural progesterone but she never studied the natural stuff and didn’t know
what it would do. I agreed to take the
Provera after a two-day trial of over-the-counter progesterone, though I would
rather have taken a prescription compound that was regulated for potency, if
the progesterone didn’t do the trick.
It did seem to work fairly well—if I didn’t eat or
ingest anything that inflamed the ongoing allergic cough I’ve had for weeks, or
do too much (since hubby was out of town, as usual, it was hard not to
overdo)—until Saturday, when it didn’t.
So I trotted off to the pharmacy only to discover that the script never
arrived! Argh! I called the doc yesterday morning to have it
called in again but couldn’t pick it up until evening. I planned to start it this morning after the
hormone cream I’d been using all day had worn off.
Just before five in the afternoon, I heard from the
GP’s office that my bloodwork, ultrasound, and x-ray had all come back normal;
everything seemed fine (!?!) But about nine o’clock last night, the bleeding
switch turned on overdrive and I started to bleed quite heavily. By ten-thirty, I was checking into the
Emergency Hospital. They were so quick
and efficient, I didn’t even have time to make the necessary Mom
arrangements. I ended up phoning and
texting my daughter at her party, my husband in Indiana, and other moms to pick
up my slack, all while lying on the gurney with my feet in stirrups or being
briskly wheeled around the halls (wow, talk about dizzying!)
Of course, the ER ran their own blood workup and
ultrasound but their results agreed with the GP. Nothing obvious to be causing the
bleed—which, while heavy, was becoming clear was not nearly the dangerous state
I feared. So they watched me take the
Provera that the ob-gyn had prescribed and sent me home. Within a couple hours, the drug did its thing
and dried everything pretty much right up.
Now that major polyps,
tumors, giant fibroids, etc, have all been ruled out, I have a couple more
tests scheduled: still to come, endometrial biopsy for cancer and something
long and painful for fibroids not otherwise visible on ultrasound. But
it is looking like a hormonal disruption consistent with incipient
menopause—also consistent with the autonomic nervous system dysfunction that I
can’t get anyone to notice.
Meanwhile, on this the Day of the Dead, I feel
hung-over, exhausted, and used up. I
feel beat up on the inside, weak and helpless on the outside. Getting out of bed to use the toilet seemed more
effort than it was worth. In the last
couple hours, though, I have been able to scramble some eggs, shower off my
Halloween party residue, and crash back into bed. Had enough energy to write this post but I
feel a nap coming on now!
So sorry to hear you're going through all this Sandra. How horrible!
ReplyDelete{}s...I'm sorry that you've had such trouble with the medical system and hope you might feel more energy and any further testing proves negative. As my husband says, don't feel bad about getting a 2nd or 3rd opinion if you feel your concerns are not being taken seriously. I recently had to do this for a dermatology visit.
ReplyDeleteWow, what an experience you are having:-O! I'm a newbie to your blog and I am so glad to have found it because I am someone who has realized I no longer fit into the christian faith I was born into but am still pretty much in the closet about it, sigh. I actually resigned a few years ago after 18 months of serving as a lay minister. Yep what I thought my life's purpose was :-O! One of the things I have thought about is what it would be like for myself or my immediatel family to become sick or involved in an accident or something-- how would I approach it being that all the stuff I used to beleive has changed and I no longer do all the stuff I use to do as a result of that. In the past of course I knew every scripture to quote and "stand on" and of course there would be church and all the pray lists of the saints and intercessors. But now what would I do especially since pretty much the only thing I can honestly say that I do beleive at this point is that God is, sigh. I am interested to know how you are dealing with this from that stance. You may have written about it before so I'll look through and see :-)!
ReplyDeleteI am SO sorry!!! I hope that you find relief soon...I can imagine that the emotional / psychological stress is almost worse than the physical part, although you've been through hell.
ReplyDeletesending hugs and prayers.