Back in January/February this year, my ovaries decided to mutiny. I think they've attempted a hostile takeover before, but this time they put me down for several weeks, clinging to a hot water bottle day and night. Now, I'm not a pain weenie... I birthed four children naturally, so being knocked to the couch in pain was a new experience. An ultrasound revealed ovarian cysts. I went with the conservative treatment - hormone therapy - for several months, to no avail. The 4 cm complex cyst on my left ovary refused to respond, and other symptoms arose... things "nice" girls don't discuss. UGH. I've never been a nice girl, why start now? But for the sensitive, let's leave it at "chronic pelvic pain," which translates into cranky, weepy, unhappy momma.
Anyway, I'm scheduled for a LAVH-BSO on Monday morning. That's a "laparoscopically assisted vaginal hysterectomy with a bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy" for those of us who don't read acronyms. In layman's terms, all the girl parts are going bye-bye. I'd kind of like to get my uterus bronzed, the way they do with baby shoes, but I don't think the hospital offers that option.
Seriously, I'm not thrilled with the process of surgery and recovery, but I welcome the prospect of being pain-free and hormonally-balanced (I'll start bioidentical hormone replacement after surgery). In fact, the idea of a world without PMS/PMDD is about as close to a fairy tale as I can imagine in this natural realm. We shall see... I could be a whole different person!