So I bit he bullet there six weeks or so ago and went in for the hysteroscopy and ultrasounds. I was so tempted to put it off, partly because I didn’t want to hear any more potential bad news, and partly because I knew from the last disastrous attempt when I lived in London that hysteroscopies really hurt. There’s no way around that fact really, no point in sugar coating it.
First up was the ultrasound, with a lovely tech. I made a bags of going in with a full bladder, drank a heap at work, got as far as home before going into the hospital (I live just around the corner from the hospital) and had to go to the loo. Anyway, the technician had a good poke around with the internal scanner probe thingy (I was so horrified the first time I had one of these internal scans, not a bother on me parting my knees for it now, after nearly three years of gynecological pokings). My uterus is now a funny shape, after the surgery, so she couldn’t tell if the coil was out of position or not. She bemoaned the lack of a 3D scanner, but that’s public service healthcare in Ireland for you. She saw one ovary and it looked grand. The other one wasn’t to be seen because of the weird shape of my uterus, but I’m just presuming it’s okay in there.
The good news was that she couldn’t see any new fibroids growing though. No. New. Fibroids. Read those words and weep with joy. That does come with the caveat of the two 1cm fibroids that were removed last year not being visible on an ultrasound though. Still, I look at the 1cm marker on the ruler in front of me here on my desk and think that that’s pretty tiny.
Home for a quick faceful of lunch and pre-emptive painkillers and back for the dreaded hysteroscopy. Lovely Dr. Fiona was on duty again, and she is just sound. A quick chat and then into the torture chair. I’ll leave you to google the exact ins and outs of a hysteroscopy, but halfway through it I was flat on my back, a nurse holding my hand, trying not to pass out. Eventually the pesky coil was located and retrieved and I came round.
So the result of this latest poking and prodding is that I don’t have to go back to the hospital for the forseeable future. Which is just fantastic! I’ll see how my periods are for the next few months, and hopefully they’ll just be normal now that the coil is gone. I don’t think I’ve ever had ‘normal’ periods.
However, this all-clear does now present questions about The Future, and what I might now let grow in my uterus now that there are no tumours taking up all the room. And those are questions that I just don’t have the answers to yet.