An incredible, worrisome, amazing year.
I had been in a relationship that was best I had ever been in at the end of 2013 ( Nov) we worked together, not identical shifts but has the ability to see one another during work a few times.
We connected, I wanted to pinch myself for the way I was being treated. Someone was loving me fully, and showing my sides I had never seen, caring about me fully. I also thought this can’t be real, it’s fake. Because I lacked fully trusting my partner for the past relationships but tried to push those thoughts aside anytime they came….
So in the beginning of the year I was still exp painful times, and wanting answers. I had a regular appt for women, and they suggested I have a pelvic ultrasound to see where I was compared to one prior to my new insurance..
The day I was following up on this my boyfriend wanted to come to the appt with me, so we could hang out together afterwards. I explained it was a lady appt and he agreed to wait in the lobby.
I was in this appt for what felt like 2 hours. The provider was very concerned and drawing images all over the exam table paper on what was going on… the communication that was lacking, and or going overboard from my brain to my lady parts, and or lack of.
The provider was explaining how I was COVERED IN CYSTS, my ovaries had about 40-50 cysts and this was the reason I had gone 2 years without a cycle. I had one the side of an orange that needed attention immediately as he wanted to rule out cancer…. he also suggested going ahead to take away all the lady parts during the surgery, to avoid further complications. He reported I wouldn’t be able to conceive and would have to have this surgery every few years likely…
This was PCOS in full force. I declined this and said I would rather address hysterectomy at a different time, that I was 23 and felt that first things first should be handled..
I walked out of the appt in fear, worry, bare acceptance you name it. But chocking back tears, I can remember walking into the parking lot trying not to break down in front of my boyfriend.
I was to have surgery within the next week, and would put me out of work for a few months.
They performed the surgery, got all the cysts out… confirmed no cancer in the major one of concern.
I had an amazing support team surrounding me. Including my new boyfriend, communicating with my family, who he barely knew, making sure I made it out of surgery okay.
I made it home, living by myself with my little dog 🐕 and spending the next few days or weeks on the couch.
My boyfriend came before work, and after work. I lived in Vancouver and him in Clackamas, this is a good 40 min apart with decent traffic. And thankfully his hours were outside of rush hour timing.
I was embarrassed to have all this going on while only dating 4-5 months.
I had to just throw it aside because he was a natural at loving and caring for me….
He nailed it — and one night he showed up dressed as my dr, bringing me a rose in bed, whatever I needed, or didn’t need. Pretty sure he had me stocked up.
I was his “butterfly 🦋”. He referred to
Me as a butterfly because all the adventures and free spirit I had shown him in the last almost year ( we were friends before hand)
I was itching for freedom and was feeling cabin fever after about a week of being home and once the pain wasn’t being managed by pain medication that made me loose track of 10hrs in a day, and being in the same spot he left me…
Chiki 🐕 and I went on a drive up & tried to capture some pictures in nature where her and I could always relax 🌲🌿🌳 We didn’t make it to long, but it was enough i remember to clear my head and let her get out and about!
I was than off work for 3-4 months because there was no light duty available for a lead aide. It really brought us close together, though he didn’t have to come by and care for me for everything for that long, he was showing his love and commitment to me…
(To be continued…)