The Isolated Blurt Thread XXXVII: You're Welcome, Fuckers

[silver gurl]

I need a hot tub.

 

[girlsmiley]

It’s tough being a woman sometimes.

I found out earlier today that they want to remove one of my ovaries and both of my tubes. Because bilateral cysts. I don’t even know how to feel. Or if I should let them remove one of my ovaries at all. Or the tubes. There’s zero history of cervical cancer in my family, if that even matters. One cyst is 6cm and has a bit of shading or something on the pictures - that’s why my gynaecologist wants to take it. The tube is where cancer is more likely to form. I have children and I don’t plan on having any more so I guess I should just be fine, right? But I’m not. Stupid fucking period is not making it easier.

If the blood test comes back high for cancerous markers I’ll have to see a cancer specialist and more than likely have a hysterectomy. I’m a long way off menopause they say so they’re going to try to save my ovaries, but the risk of the dodgy cyst bursting and going into my pelvis is real apparently. The fuck

 

[girlsmiley]

I need a drink. I don’t even know how to explain this to my missus.

 

[girlsmiley]

I came home and planted Dutch Cream potatoes lol. What the hell am I doing.

 

[Lazaran]

It’s tough being a woman sometimes.

I found out earlier today that they want to remove one of my ovaries and both of my tubes. Because bilateral cysts. I don’t even know how to feel. Or if I should let them remove one of my ovaries at all. Or the tubes. There’s zero history of cervical cancer in my family, if that even matters. One cyst is 6cm and has a bit of shading or something on the pictures - that’s why my gynaecologist wants to take it. The tube is where cancer is more likely to form. I have children and I don’t plan on having any more so I guess I should just be fine, right? But I’m not. Stupid fucking period is not making it easier.

If the blood test comes back high for cancerous markers I’ll have to see a cancer specialist and more than likely have a hysterectomy. I’m a long way off menopause they say so they’re going to try to save my ovaries, but the risk of the dodgy cyst bursting and going into my pelvis is real apparently. The fuck

My girl had the same issue, (though her cyst was the size of a softball) and she benefited greatly from the procedure - after a few major issues:

Like your case. they only took out one ovary (so she could naturally produce estrogen, I believe) but the other ovary went south and it almost cost us our relationship. (She was having major mood swings and was not herself.)

To compound matters, she was so messed up that she couldn’t recognize the issue and resisted my efforts to get her help, blaming me for her condition or saying she was fine. It ultimately came down to me offering her the house, the cars, the bank accounts, and the promise to get out of her life if I was wrong about her condition - and all I asked of her if I was tight, was that she accept treatment.

She finally agreed to have a test done to find out what was going on (I suspected that her other ovary had failed and made my belief known) but her fucking doctor told me I was wrong before he even did any tests. That resulted in me telling him I was going to beat his ass if he didn’t do the test…the test was done.

We had to wait a week or so for the results of the test(s), and considering her deteriorating condition and what was at stake, things were a bit tense.

Needless to say, the test came back "positive" and it revealed she had the most insane “numbers” (hormone imbalance) her doctor had ever seen.



Fortunately she didn’t need another operation, because apparently her ovary had simply shriveled up and been absorbed into her body (Strange) - and once she was on hormone replacement therapy I had my amazing girl back. (Better than ever, really, because she had been dealing with the issue for as long as we were together, and now she was "free" of it.)

I guess the moral of the story is: Have the procedure, and then keep a close eye on the remaining ovary - I wish we had.

 

[girlsmiley]

I figure I just need a bit of time and a second opinion before I do anything. Thing is, I have one of the best gynaecologists - if not THE BEST gynaecologist in the country, and I’m still afraid she’s wrong about me. Because how can you look at a few pictures and read results and just decide just like that. Get a camera in there or something. I know for a fact doctors aren’t always right. I’m massively sceptical after one failed to diagnose me with bilateral rib fractures after Covid. I was walking around for months with two broken ribs. And it’s a big deal. Your ovaries. Sterilisation. Your sex drive. Going into menopause early. My appointment went for an hour and a half. I asked as many questions as possible and she was lovely, but…

I’m afraid.

 

[girlsmiley]

I have blood tests to do tomorrow. I’m wondering if the 8 beers I drank tonight will fuck that up. FML.

And back to work tomoza. Thank you, Laz. I’m sorry you and your missus went through such a shit time about it. It just goes to show, doesn’t it? They don’t know everything. No matter how confident. No matter how much proof they have. They don’t know for sure.

 

[girlsmiley]

The nerves today. I bought Felix from Coles for the cats. Stuff for dinner. Because apparently when you go through shit, you somehow still never forget your cats. I washed and dried the sheets and made the bed. Fuck knows I’ll be sweating tonight. I put dinner on. I’m not hungry. Prepped and readied two beds for potatoes. Planted potatoes and put the netting up. Because I’m a proper psycho. I collected the Panama Gold passion fruit off the ground. For the elderly - that doesn’t count. Put a load of dishes on and scrubbed the tray from the ribs last night. Because I hate a dirty kitchen. Cleaned the hob and the kitchen bench. Because it’s that bad already. I washed the car. I vacuumed the stairs. I think I drank around 8 beers though I definitely knocked a few over washing the car.

My missus is home in an hour and I think I’d better shower and hop into bed and sleep before she notices how fucking manic I am. LOL

 

[thør]

how fucking manic

Sorry to read about the cysts, etc. My wife had ovarian cysts long ago and we couldn't have kids. But, with a wedge resection procedure, things got into order and we had a kiddo. Then, the doc says if you want another, best get cracking. And that worked. Then her older sis died of ovarian cancer. So now, she's always getting the markers checked for cancer. To date, nothing, but that does not stop the worry.

You and your missus should have a sit down talk about this very soon.

I hope for the best outcome for you.

 

[Noor]

Sorry to read about the cysts, etc. My wife had ovarian cysts long ago and we couldn't have kids. But, with a wedge resection procedure, things got into order and we had a kiddo. Then, the doc says if you want another, best get cracking. And that worked. Then her older sis died of ovarian cancer. So now, she's always getting the markers checked for cancer. To date, nothing, but that does not stop the worry.

You and your missus should have a sit down talk about this very soon.

I hope for the best outcome for you.

My girl had the same issue, (though her cyst was the size of a softball) and she benefited greatly from the procedure - after a few major issues:

Like your case. they only took out one ovary (so she could naturally produce estrogen, I believe) but the other ovary went south and it almost cost us our relationship. (She was having major mood swings and was not herself.)

To compound matters, she was so messed up that she couldn’t recognize the issue and resisted my efforts to get her help, blaming me for her condition or saying she was fine. It ultimately came down to me offering her the house, the cars, the bank accounts, and the promise to get out of her life if I was wrong about her condition - and all I asked of her if I was tight, was that she accept treatment.

She finally agreed to have a test done to find out what was going on (I suspected that her other ovary had failed and made my belief known) but her fucking doctor told me I was wrong before he even did any tests. That resulted in me telling him I was going to beat his ass if he didn’t do the test…the test was done.

We had to wait a week or so for the results of the test(s), and considering her deteriorating condition and what was at stake, things were a bit tense.

Needless to say, the test came back "positive" and it revealed she had the most insane “numbers” (hormone imbalance) her doctor had ever seen.



Fortunately she didn’t need another operation, because apparently her ovary had simply shriveled up and been absorbed into her body (Strange) - and once she was on hormone replacement therapy I had my amazing girl back. (Better than ever, really, because she had been dealing with the issue for as long as we were together, and now she was "free" of it.)

I guess the moral of the story is: Have the procedure, and then keep a close eye on the remaining ovary - I wish we had.

It’s not unusual for one or both ovaries to die within a year or two after a hysterectomy. I know many people that has happened to.
And with one friend the one surviving ovary went cancerous about 5 years later. If only they had taken it out…
Surgical menopause is no fun but at least the cancer risk drops dramatically.

 

[juttjaw]

The nerves today. I bought Felix from Coles for the cats. Stuff for dinner. Because apparently when you go through shit, you somehow still never forget your cats. I washed and dried the sheets and made the bed. Fuck knows I’ll be sweating tonight. I put dinner on. I’m not hungry. Prepped and readied two beds for potatoes. Planted potatoes and put the netting up. Because I’m a proper psycho. I collected the Panama Gold passion fruit off the ground. For the elderly - that doesn’t count. Put a load of dishes on and scrubbed the tray from the ribs last night. Because I hate a dirty kitchen. Cleaned the hob and the kitchen bench. Because it’s that bad already. I washed the car. I vacuumed the stairs. I think I drank around 8 beers though I definitely knocked a few over washing the car.

My missus is home in an hour and I think I’d better shower and hop into bed and sleep before she notices how fucking manic I am. LOL

Hey kiddo, I know you've gotten a lot of comments sharing experiences and that's good. The more you know, right? My wife is currently in a similar situation. She has a cyst that is very very painful, when she is ovulating. Like you, she is no where near menopause and has enjoyed a very regular and manageable periods her whole life. Her words, not mine. For 3 to 4 days a month, she is in extreme discomfort and gets a bit grouchy. But, she's a fucking worrior when it comes to pain. Seriously. So, I know she's hurting when I can see it on her face, body and tone of voice. She has been to her gynecologist, several times and is faced with a similar decision. Some days, she is dead set against it, others she wants to have it done. Back and forth depending on how bad the pain is that month. She's had several screenings for cancer and all have come back negative.

Now, she's faced with a choice. They say it isn't dire at this point, but it may be in the future. She's never given birth to a child, her decision (she did have a pretty late term miscarriage, years ago) and I was "fixed" before we got together. Meaning, having a child is no longer on the table. Really, it comes down to your shared feelings. It's a tough choice. In fact, reading your first post, I started to wonder if you and my wife were secretly the same person!

I wanted to tell you this, because it helps to know you are not the only one. Your feelings a certainly valid and shared by, at least, one other woman. In the end, it's what you feel most comfortable with. I know my wife is struggling too.

It's helped to read this and see it from another perspective. Maybe, I can help her, even a little bit, with that struggle because you shared this. You explain your feelings so well. That helps. Thank you for that. She isn't the best at explaining those things, so I have to observe and infer, which can be dangerous.

So now, I can copy and paste your feelings onto her and fix it and be a hero! Kidding, of course.

 

[TwinkleStars]

When I see a pierced penis I don't think, "Wow, that's looks fun!" I think, "I'm going to the hospital because this doesn't look safe."

 

[Lazaran]

The nerves today. I bought Felix from Coles for the cats. Stuff for dinner. Because apparently when you go through shit, you somehow still never forget your cats. I washed and dried the sheets and made the bed. Fuck knows I’ll be sweating tonight. I put dinner on. I’m not hungry. Prepped and readied two beds for potatoes. Planted potatoes and put the netting up. Because I’m a proper psycho. I collected the Panama Gold passion fruit off the ground. For the elderly - that doesn’t count. Put a load of dishes on and scrubbed the tray from the ribs last night. Because I hate a dirty kitchen. Cleaned the hob and the kitchen bench. Because it’s that bad already. I washed the car. I vacuumed the stairs. I think I drank around 8 beers though I definitely knocked a few over washing the car.

My missus is home in an hour and I think I’d better shower and hop into bed and sleep before she notices how fucking manic I am. LOL

After reading your latest comments, I can relate to your concerns and apprehension about any surgically invasive procedure, but I do have to wonder if the intensity of your concerns and apprehension is related to your current issue with your ovaries.

My girl’s thinking was messed up from her issues related to her ovaries, and she was extra-resistant to the idea of dealing with what were obviously serious issues: She let the cyst on her ovary grow to the size of a softball despite being in extreme discomfort, and she let the issue related to her remaining (failing) ovary after the initial surgery get out of hand despite it hurting our relationship - and I don’t want that to happen to you and the missus.

Side note:

My girl’s issues with her ovaries made her a bit manic at times. Your mention of being a bit manic definitely caught my attention and set off an alarm.

Here’s hoping whatever decision you make is well considered and based on sound reasoning.

 

[girlsmiley]

Hey kiddo, I know you've gotten a lot of comments sharing experiences and that's good. The more you know, right? My wife is currently in a similar situation. She has a cyst that is very very painful, when she is ovulating. Like you, she is no where near menopause and has enjoyed a very regular and manageable periods her whole life. Her words, not mine. For 3 to 4 days a month, she is in extreme discomfort and gets a bit grouchy. But, she's a fucking worrior when it comes to pain. Seriously. So, I know she's hurting when I can see it on her face, body and tone of voice. She has been to her gynecologist, several times and is faced with a similar decision. Some days, she is dead set against it, others she wants to have it done. Back and forth depending on how bad the pain is that month. She's had several screenings for cancer and all have come back negative.

Now, she's faced with a choice. They say it isn't dire at this point, but it may be in the future. She's never given birth to a child, her decision (she did have a pretty late term miscarriage, years ago) and I was "fixed" before we got together. Meaning, having a child is no longer on the table. Really, it comes down to your shared feelings. It's a tough choice. In fact, reading your first post, I started to wonder if you and my wife were secretly the same person!

I wanted to tell you this, because it helps to know you are not the only one. Your feelings a certainly valid and shared by, at least, one other woman. In the end, it's what you feel most comfortable with. I know my wife is struggling too.

It's helped to read this and see it from another perspective. Maybe, I can help her, even a little bit, with that struggle because you shared this. You explain your feelings so well. That helps. Thank you for that. She isn't the best at explaining those things, so I have to observe and infer, which can be dangerous.

So now, I can copy and paste your feelings onto her and fix it and be a hero! Kidding, of course.

You know it’s funny. I feel like you and I have a lot in common. I was so overwhelmed yesterday. It’s a lot you know. Hearing all that. But reading about your experiences really does help. It’s reassuring knowing I’m not alone and I just want to give you guys a big hug. I know I’m a lot sometimes and you guys always seem to just…. I dunno I guess you just know I’m young in so many ways.

I love reading about how supportive you are with your wives. It means so much to feel supported by your partner. And I’m sorry for blabbering on I just wanted to get it out. So I could breathe again if that makes sense.

I told my missus I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to have a blood test today after drinking last night so I’ll go tomorrow after work. She said, “Make sure you go.” She’s okay. Bit worried, but relieved I’m getting it sorted.

So that’s the plan. Blood test and hopefully they aren’t high. And then admission forms and book in the surgery.

 

[girlsmiley]

After reading your latest comments, I can relate to your concerns and apprehension about any surgically invasive procedure, but I do have to wonder if the intensity of your concerns and apprehension is related to your current issue with your ovaries.

My girl’s thinking was messed up from her issues related to her ovaries, and she was extra-resistant to the idea of dealing with what were obviously serious issues: She let the cyst on her ovary grow to the size of a softball despite being in extreme discomfort, and she let the issue related to her remaining (failing) ovary after the initial surgery get out of hand despite it hurting our relationship - and I don’t want that to happen to you and the missus.

Side note:

My girl’s issues with her ovaries made her a bit manic at times. Your mention of being a bit manic definitely caught my attention and set off an alarm.

Here’s hoping whatever decision you make is well considered and based on sound reasoning.

It’s crazy how health things can escalate. It all started with a heavy period. And then I got the Mirena IUD put in a year ago. And the periods kinda went away but then back to heavy again. And then my iron was low. Because I’m losing too much blood. So I try to eat more meat and take Ferro-grad C iron tablets. Still low. My GP tells me she’s actually lost a patient from this and books me in for the internal/external ultrasound and bam. Cysts. And surgery. And fuck knows what else after surgery.

But definitely yes my periods mess with my hormones. But when there’s pain and dizziness as well it’s just like… It’s a lot. Confusion and horny and teary. Your whole body is basically screaming out for mercy

 

[Lazaran]

It’s crazy how health things can escalate. It all started with a heavy period. And then I got the Mirena IUD put in a year ago. And the periods kinda went away but then back to heavy again. And then my iron was low. Because I’m losing too much blood. So I try to eat more meat and take Ferro-grad C iron tablets. Still low. My GP tells me she’s actually lost a patient from this and books me in for the internal/external ultrasound and bam. Cysts. And surgery. And fuck knows what else after surgery.

But definitely yes my periods mess with my hormones. But when there’s pain and dizziness as well it’s just like… It’s a lot. Confusion and horny and teary. Your whole body is basically screaming out for mercy

Damn:

I hope you get a good resolution
to the issues.

That last part about “Confusion and horny and teary” is eerily similar to what my girl went through.

I felt such profound happiness and relief when all her issues were finally resolved and her mind, body, and spirit were in harmony once again. I can only imagine how much relief she felt. I expect you and your missus will experience that profound happiness and relief once your issues are resolved.

Sending you both all the positive energy I can muster.

 

[Noor]

You know it’s funny. I feel like you and I have a lot in common. I was so overwhelmed yesterday. It’s a lot you know. Hearing all that. But reading about your experiences really does help. It’s reassuring knowing I’m not alone and I just want to give you guys a big hug. I know I’m a lot sometimes and you guys always seem to just…. I dunno I guess you just know I’m young in so many ways.

I love reading about how supportive you are with your wives. It means so much to feel supported by your partner. And I’m sorry for blabbering on I just wanted to get it out. So I could breathe again if that makes sense.

I told my missus I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to have a blood test today after drinking last night so I’ll go tomorrow after work. She said, “Make sure you go.” She’s okay. Bit worried, but relieved I’m getting it sorted.

So that’s the plan. Blood test and hopefully they aren’t high. And then admission forms and book in the surgery.

Ask at the test if alcohol will effect it, I doubt it will be better to know

 

[Wings]

GS, I had a hysterectomy at 26, the cancer came back. They took one ovary when I was 18 due to a huge tumor that turned out to be cancer, I had two kids after that (quickly, because I was told that my window to carry to term was very small) and I did successfully birth two gremlins. Went a few more years with little problem but it all came rearing back when I was pregnant with my youngest, and then full hysterectomy at 26 after trying to fight the spread of the big C. I still have an ovary just floating around in my body like some drunk frat boy who can’t find the right sofa to sleep on. I’m 43 now and still haven’t entered natural menopause.

I stand firm that the hysterectomy was the best thing that has ever happened to me. My periods were terrible, the pain was out of this world. I still have phantom pains every couple of months.

Anyway, only you can decide what the right course is, but I can at least assure you that if they leave an ovary you most likely will be able to go into menopause “naturally”. The post-op on a hysterectomy is NOT for the weak. But my goodness, I’m so happy I did it.

 

[Wings]

Also, I have pernicious iron deficiency and the ONLY course of action that helped was IV Infusions. I only have to have one every couple of years, but I started out doing them monthly. There’s something about female anatomy that makes it harder for our blood cells to successfully absorb the ferrous/iron. My PhD is not in blood deformities but I’m thinking about going back to school for it. It’s fascinating to me.

 

[Wings]

What I came here to rant about: I own a pro wrestling company with my spouse and I do a lot of the local advertising for it, because we are a small, indie company. Low budget. I’d love to know why these mouth breathers think they have access to me when they come to the shows? The messages we get sometimes make me ill. Pretty sure the sailor I live with is about to go all CPO on their asses. It’s gross that they act like this. Okay, rant over. Men suck. The end.

 

[girlsmiley]

GS, I had a hysterectomy at 26, the cancer came back. They took one ovary when I was 18 due to a huge tumor that turned out to be cancer, I had two kids after that (quickly, because I was told that my window to carry to term was very small) and I did successfully birth two gremlins. Went a few more years with little problem but it all came rearing back when I was pregnant with my youngest, and then full hysterectomy at 26 after trying to fight the spread of the big C. I still have an ovary just floating around in my body like some drunk frat boy who can’t find the right sofa to sleep on. I’m 43 now and still haven’t entered natural menopause.

I stand firm that the hysterectomy was the best thing that has ever happened to me. My periods were terrible, the pain was out of this world. I still have phantom pains every couple of months.

Anyway, only you can decide what the right course is, but I can at least assure you that if they leave an ovary you most likely will be able to go into menopause “naturally”. The post-op on a hysterectomy is NOT for the weak. But my goodness, I’m so happy I did it.

Fuck me. And how did you manage to handle all of that? I consider myself a pretty tough chick. I get on with it. Life. But there’s a limit you know, before you start going cray. Blood test this afternoon after work. I’ve never heard of pernicious anaemia before today. Thank you x

 

[Wings]

Fuck me. And how did you manage to handle all of that? I consider myself a pretty tough chick. I get on with it. Life. But there’s a limit you know, before you start going cray. Blood test this afternoon after work. I’ve never heard of pernicious anaemia before today. Thank you x

I disassociated pretty hard for a significant portion of my life, I’m all mentally better now but the scar tissue left by the tumor and surgeries are an on-going battle.

I was very lucky that I had the Mayo Clinic and the University of Minnesota take an interest in my case. They tried a lot of options to try to help me. The infusions were the best choice and I started to feel so much better once those started. Anemia is such a nasty battle, especially when supplements don’t help! I still exclusively cook in iron skillets but that’s due to having southern US parents and less about the anemia. But truly, that will probably be the best way to make you feel better, getting the anemia under control.

 

[Lorilei]

The upside to a colonoscopy is that I've lost 8 lbs. since Monday.

 

[thør]

One never really knows how full of shit you are until it's colonoscopy prep time.
Mine was last month.

 

[juttjaw]

You know it’s funny. I feel like you and I have a lot in common. I was so overwhelmed yesterday. It’s a lot you know. Hearing all that. But reading about your experiences really does help. It’s reassuring knowing I’m not alone and I just want to give you guys a big hug. I know I’m a lot sometimes and you guys always seem to just…. I dunno I guess you just know I’m young in so many ways.

I love reading about how supportive you are with your wives. It means so much to feel supported by your partner. And I’m sorry for blabbering on I just wanted to get it out. So I could breathe again if that makes sense.

I told my missus I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to have a blood test today after drinking last night so I’ll go tomorrow after work. She said, “Make sure you go.” She’s okay. Bit worried, but relieved I’m getting it sorted.

So that’s the plan. Blood test and hopefully they aren’t high. And then admission forms and book in the surgery.

Whatever those tests say, you'll go all in and beat the shit out of it. That's a good thing! Not knowing is the hardest part. Some people may disagree, but you gain strength from knowledge. If there's anything you have, it's fucking strength. Maybe it'll be nothing, maybe it won't, at least you'll know and can plan accordingly. Get it taken care of and get on with it.