I am making 2 special posts! I know they are all special, but this is really more for me than for you! That being said, I hope that this helps someone in some way because that is the whole purpose of writing this blog. Before I go on, I would like to put a warning or two. First, this is going to talk about girl stuff (lady-bits, feminine issues, feelings, possibly bacon) and second, this is going to involve personal information about myself that I am sharing because nobody I know has been in my situation, so that means someone will come after me with this very problem (I hope you find my blog!). If you know me personally, be prepared to know me a little better!
Tomorrow I go in for an Endometrial Biopsy. The endometrium is the lining of the uterus. In normal functioning, this lining is built up and shed during every menstrual cycle if pregnancy does not occur. I tend to think of this as your uterus crying because you just won’t have a baby! Well, my uterus stopped crying about 20 months ago when my headaches started getting really bad. As a girl with a 14 day period, I did not care much since that was just another thing that caused extreme pain.
After my decompression, I brought it up to both my PCP and my neurosurgeon, who both assured me that my body is under a heavy stress load post-op and it would be something we revisit at my 6 month post-op visit. At that visit, the neurosurgeon said that this might be abnormal. I had to change my PCP because my insurance changed and the new PCP said she would get me an appointment with the OB/GYN. She never did, and I was not that concerned as I was still dealing with head pain, sleep disturbances, and so many other leftovers from surgery.
When I realized this new doctor was not referring me to anything (I have trouble with time, so it took a while) I found a new doctor. Within a week I had appointments set for the OB/GYN, sleep study, and neuropsychologist.
Anywho, I went to the GYN and she is nice, she did a pap smear and as we talked (awkwardly since she was “examining”) she went over my recent history concerning periods (none), sex (none), STI (none). When she counted back the number of months that I had been without a cycle, she was in disbelief that I was so nonchalant about it. Well, I hate periods, sorry! I don’t like bleeding for a fortnight while my life-force exits my body at an alarming rate in the most painful way it can muster.
She then explained to me that one of a few things could be happening:
- I could have and issue that is keeping my body from producing a lining each cycle (hormone issue)
- I could be producing and keeping the linings from each cycle (endometrial hyperplasia)
- I could have an alien growing in my abdomen (that was my theory)
Next, she gave me ten days of Medroxyprogestrone which is supposed to rouse the sleeping uterine and provoke it to a state of intense fury, causing an awful period, but helping to re-establish normalcy in the menstrual cycle. I took them. I became a monster. They opened up a floodgate of emotions and memories that have forced me to seek psychological help (but that’s another day’s blog, ja?) but my uterus stood firm in it’s position that it was not working, nor was it having any of this silliness.
During this visit, the last thing she did was make two appointments for me. One is for external (pelvic) and internal (vaginal) ultrasound so they can see why my uterus is so ornery. I don’t know if you have had the pleasure of an ultrasound yet, but they are usually portrayed as beautiful interactions between a mother and her unborn child. I have had a lot of them on various parts of my body and so I am a little jaded. They use cold gel to ease friction and to get a better signal. It doesn’t have to be cold, it just is. The excitement doesn’t even exist when you know they aren’t looking for a bundle of joy, they are looking for a problem, a clue, an answer. You have to drink half a gallon of water an hour before imaging because with no baby there to enlarge your uterus, you have to enlarge the bladder to push it forward. As they push down on the abdomen looking at the different parts of the uterus and ovaries, they are pushing on your bladder…the one holding a liter of water. That’s just the external one!
The internal one demands that you lay all of your shame on the table, beat it with a hammer, and throw it in the trash. You get to lay on a table, but this time, you get stirrups! You know what that means! Then they will take a “wand” that is about 10″ long (at my last one) they put cold gel on it, then they are kind enough to hand it to you and tell you, “insert this into yourself” while they just kind of stand there. Then, once they think you have it in far enough, they take it from there and push it right against your cervix. You know how you like when that little gem is annoyed. Nothing about it feels right, however, you do it for the sake of answers. Honestly, these are my perceptions but the doctors, nurses, and technicians are very professional. But, after they are done, they give you a towel and tell you to clean yourself up, so, you know, it’s weird.
I have that appointment in two weeks. It is the appointment tomorrow that I am much more concerned about. I have to get this endometrial biopsy. You might be asking why I have to, and that is a fair question since I am putting it out there. I have filed a disability case and because this did not start happening until the headaches became bad, it got lumped into my symptoms. In order to make the best case for myself, I have to go to every doctor’s appointment and I have to follow every order, referral, and recommendation to the best of my ability. I have to cooperate with my medical team and show that I am not faking my disability or refusing treatments or assessments that could be helpful for my recovery. This was a written recommendation and referral and so I have to follow it. This is common for a lot of people who are in disability claims and I think a reason a lot of people get denied is because they don’t go through the dog and pony show.
Anywho, I have done some research on this type of biopsy and I will be upfront and say that I am more scared of this than I was of my brain surgery. I knew that I would be asleep and then heavily medicated during and after my neurosurgery. With this procedure, apparently, there is no medication. They told me to take some pain killers an hour before I come in. (From here is where my reading and imagination take over and it goes into straight 3rd person.)
Then, you undress from the waist down and get on a table with? STIRRUPS! Stilted conversation will take place as the doctor gets her gloves on and does a manual exam to verify the position of the uterus. Then, she will grab a speculum and insert it into your lady-bits. If you are lucky it will be the loud plastic type that pop and give you a heart attack. If not, it will be the old-school metal kind that are just above freezing and feel like they are cutting you. Then, she will bring out the tenaculum which is the speculum’s lil cousin, and it will clamp your cervix open enough (hopefully) to get the pipelle up and into the uterus. If your cervix won’t open, then they will use dilators to force it open enough (FORCE IT OPEN) to get the pipelle through.
I know pipelle sounds kind of cute, and it is. It is nothing more than a thin tube with a piston inside which creates suction when pulled back. She will use this to scrape and then suction cells and material from the uterus walls. I hear this is like being stabbed, burned, and beaten all at the same time. If you are lucky (please, be lucky!!) she will get enough material to get conclusive answers. If not, then you will have to go back and get some more of this royal treatment. If they do find an issue, you might have to go back for some more. If you are super lucky, your uterus will grab the hand of the doctor and threaten their family should they ever decide to darken it’s doorstep again and then you and the uterus will make a pact to never bother one another again.
I am not sure how this is actually going to work out for me as there are various ways of completing the biopsy and I hope that it goes smoothly. If you made it this far, I hope you got a laugh. I am seriously scared of this procedure and just this exercise in writing it out has made me feel a little better about it, so expect another blog either tomorrow (if it is not so bad) or by the end of the week (if I am dying of pain) and I will tell you was actually happens during the visit and hopefully I can help calm your fears. But, if I happen to make your fears worse, sorry, it is all about transparency around here and I am going to be honest if it feels like they are killing my lady-bits.
Now, go enjoy the freedoms afforded to you by the men and women who died serving this country!!