No longer will I ovary react to anything!

The right ovary is gone, the left ovary has been ablated to shit, and the adhesions have been excised. And no, they won’t let you turn your ovary into a coin purse, even if it is twice the size it should be. If you suggest a paper weight instead, no one will be swayed.

I’m sown up in layers, but I’m feeling so good.

This pain is so much easier to deal with. Every time I get up it is easier. I feel better literally every moment. Oh my word. Yes. I’m aware that they have given me very nice pain killers. But still. Should have done this years ago!

Six months ago a chocolate cyst burst on my ovary.
The gynae told me my pain was caused by stress
and told me to relax.

Perhaps if she’d taken my pain seriously, I’d still have both of my ovaries right now. At least my new amazing doctor who is all empathy and light and believed me and listened to me.

 Before surgery

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Nice undies (sexy eyebrow lift and come hither look*)
*ignore the swollen and distended stomach
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They just let me lie upside down on the bed and worked around me.
So wonderful!
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Downward dog with my right leg in the air to relieve pressure on my ovary was one of the few positions in which I had relief. Not an easy way to sleep. I had to go around in wheelchair which was super embarrassing. But then, running out of fucks to give was grand. People opened up to me in an amazing way and supported me. They felt very sorry about my ovary so they were kind. Maybe also cause I couldn’t walk. They rushed my surgery when they realised what was happening.

After surgery

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I’m less sensory defensive today, day 2 of recovery after surgery on 19 June. They wanted me to eat processed cheese and margarine on bread before letting me go home. Gross to a thousand million hundred. I only eat cloud bread. Luckily, I had my own food in my bag so I could eat something healthy and be allowed home. Which I vomited up the second I got out the car. Really the worst part of the whole experience.

The day after surgery

Cat is so clever and good. She sat on the edge of the bed watching me for hours. When I felt better she climbed onto my chest. She ALWAYS climbs on my tummy but she knew to climb on my chest instead. Clever girl 🙂

She is healing me with her love energy

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I just had the best wee of my life, or at least that I can remember in years. Weeing causes so much trauma that I start bleeding again, and IT IS STILL BETTER.

I actually started crying because I felt, and still feel, how can I feel better after a month of not being able to eat, losing 6 kg, losing an ovary, being sliced and diced and cauterised, and I still feel better now?

I don’t feel like I’m filled with poison. I’m filled with healing healthy pain. Easier to manage than my least painful period.

Rambling. But those of you who shared you recovery stories gave me the courage to keep fighting for the answers to my pain, to advocate for myself. I feel empowered and assertive and strong. I can barely walk to the loo without my husband helping me. But still. That is how amazing I feel after this surgery.

That’s all for now folks. To anyone I forgot to email, you will never read this apology. Perhaps you’ll feel it in your hearts.

Keep fighting for your answer: medical, surgical, or palliative. You deserve to find relief!

Lots of love

Dear friends,

I wanted to send an update so that you can know what’s been going on. I’ve been experiencing severe period pain for many years without any body really being able to help me. Many doctors dismissed me entirely, the doctors in Grahamstown were the worst.

In my last few weeks in South Korea I had a month long period which was very weird. Going to a gynae in Korea is horrifying in general. I worked there for three years and saw four different gynaecologists. All experiences were terrible. This one was the worst. Apparently my 30 odd days of bleeding what looked like chocolate cake dough is fine and normal, my family’s genetic history didn’t matter (mother and aunt both had emergency hysterectomies), asking what she was injecting me with was considered rude and offensive to her status as an older doctor, and I just needed to be less stressed. Hmm.

Fast forward to finally finding someone in Port Elizabeth. He listened to me, respected me despite my rambling, and looked at what was going on. Based on my symptoms, he suspects that I ruptured a chocolate cyst on my right ovary.

He said he’d never seen cysts so clearly on the ultrasound, but I bet he says that to all the girls.

He recommended a laparoscopy  to confirm his suspicion of stage 3 endometriosis, maybe stage 4. I was concerned about money, so he started me on Visanne and said he’d see me in 6 months.

I started hormone therapy
I lost weight
I do yoga 
I meditate 
I exercise
(especially cycling)
I follow the endo diet
I see a chiropractor
I use aromatherapy 
Oh cannabis: the reason I have an appetite, the reason I sleep, it lowers my anxiety, relieves my pain…

I’m at Riet, I’m running up and down the beach. I’m picking up shells over and over and over. I’m petting the dogs. I’m cuddling the cat. I’m cycling. I’m walking in the mountains. I’m going to mall top dance parties. I’m hiking in Hogsback. We’re caught in a protest with R skillfully driving away while petrol bombs miss us, I reconnect with friends and family after a year away from home. I think my pain symptoms are a bit worse than normal.

What I think is ovulation pain is actually gastro.
I lose 5kg in 3 weeks.

My father’s response: why are you trying to lose weight?
Me: ? (in my head) For a clever person you’re very stupid. I’m telling you how sick I am.

Also, don’t tell me horrifying stories about nurses being suspended for not putting Mom’s catheter in before her emergency hysterectomy due to endometriosis and fibroids.
(I’ve only had two bad panic attacks about that, one resulting in R jumping in the shower fully clothed to calm me down, and burning his toast because he has to talk me off another emotional ledge)

I schedule an appointment for 30 June.
I luckily get a cancelation and see him early.
He tells me my ovary is twice the size it should be (oh, that’s why it’s so sore).
He books be for the earliest op on 19 June.

I’m so lucky to have this surgery.
He is taking a conservative approach,
he will save what he can
and take the ovary out only if necessary.

No matter what happens in this surgery things are good. Somebody believes me. He will ablate what he can. If it’s worse than he anticipates he’ll zip me up and send me to a specialist. The Visanne side effects are diminishing and they are stopping my period which will prevent regrowth. He’s given me antidepressants to help with the Visanne side effects, while the nausea, heartburn, and migraines are lessening. This  is so rambly but I just wanted to let you know and ask you to send me positive thoughts.

Finally. Advocate for your body. Find someone who will help you. You’re not crazy, the doctors do not have the necessary skills and knowledge to give you the medical, surgical, and palliative care you deserve and need.

lots of love