"I would recommend you have your ovaries removed," my doctor said to me yesterday. Then added, "if you are okay with that."
Okay with that? Scuse me doctor, this is what I have been asking for for a number of months now.
"Do you have a preferred Ob/Gyn?"
"Um, I already have an appointment with Dr Galliford on June 17."
"Oh," he says kind of surprised. "Well that's good then. I'll send a copy of this ultra sound to him."
He seems to forget that he ordered a copy to be sent to him when we scheduled the ultrasound and he forwarded my file on to Galliford the last time I was in.
He's not doing a lot to bolster my confidence in himself, the new guy, who took over for my retiring doctor a while back.
Apparently I have lesions. And lesions are a concern. I don't know a cyst from a lesion from a tumor. (I have all three.) But I do know pain. And pain is not my friend. So I just want the whole damn mess taken out.
And bring on the hot flashes. It is the end of May and I bundle up to go to work like its the middle of December. I just froze at work all day yesterday. And we don't even have the air conditioner turned on.
I'm sure the first time I experience a hot flash, I'll whine and cry and try to take back every word, but for now, they are sounding mighty fine.
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