My first oral presentation for class was last night. I think it went well, although it's all kind of a blur. But most importantly, it's over. Now I can worry about other things.
Last Wednesday I had my annual girly-doctor visit. I have noticed that there does seem to be a trend for bloggers to discuss rather personal aspects of their lives, so in an attempt to not disappoint my two and a half readers, I shall now consider a foray into such lands. Because of a family history of ovarian cancer, my doctor had my blood drawn for testing and had me set up an appointment for a sonogram the following day. I've seen those baby-having shows on TV where the mom has goo squirted on her tummy and they roll the thing around picking up a nice fuzzy picture of her innards.
My expectations were, of course, shattered when I showed up for my sono and heard the word "internal." Huh? Your putting that probe where? Granted, the images on the screen were entertaining for the first minute, but that got boring after a while.
When she was done, the technician says to me that my uterus looks good and my right ovary looks good, but that I have a cyst on my left ovary. "I don't want you to worry," she said. "Women get cysts all the time."
Fine, I had plenty of other things to worry about (like standing up in front of 37 people and making a complete fool out of myself), so worry, I did not. Then yesterday I got a letter from the doctor's office requesting that I call to set up another sono in two months (oh, goody). But heck, I'm still not going to worry because I do better worrying about the little insignificant things in life.
Like the darn upcoming poster project.
3 comments:
Wait, is the cyst on your left uterus or your left ovary? I am confused. This is indeed disturbing, but in an effort not to worry you further (and to make this all about me) I must wonder why my girly doctor never suggested a sonogram? We share a rather similar family history, after all.
Thank you for pointing out my obvious error (since one does not possess a left uterus). I have made the appropriate corrections.
Frankly, I think she didn't read my chart well enough and thought it was a maternal aunt with ovarian cancer, which would be a bigger cause for concern. But as it turns out, I guess it's a good thing I didn't correct her confusion.
Although, I may be the confused one, since English is not her first language and I understand very little of what she is saying.
I was confused at first until I realized it was the other side of the family. Of dear.. I hope it doesn't cause any problems, maybe it will just go away.
On my side, it's those nice brain tumors you'll have to worry about, among other things. I'm due next month early for my brain tumor MRI.
It's hard to worry too much when there are so many OTHER things to worry about, but still . . .
wishing you well of course! XOX
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