This month I turn 28 years old.
Makes you look back and think wow this last year, my 27th year of life, the year of my golden birthday changed my life more than I ever thought that it would. More than I ever knew it could. This year was unlike any other. As I sit here writing this, I cant help but to reflect on how this has changed me in so many ways. I notice the changes in myself, I wonder if others notice the changes that I do. Honestly it doesn't matter if anyone does. It only matters that I see it.
This year has changed me in more ways than I even know how to explain. Not only physically, but mentally, emotionally. Everything that happened this year is something that I cant change, and something that I will have to live with for the rest of my life.
Friday, October 26, 2012
February 2012
This month began with a nice change, a new friend and I went out for a drink. It was nice to be able to have the outside of the norm friendship with her. This plays a significant roll in the future. She has become a wonderful friend and we now hangout on a regular basis. :) She has become a large part of my support system and is someone that I would trust with anything.
This month I started seeing the my Cancer Counselor on a regular basis, she is helping me to process everything that I have gone threw and why I am at this point in my life. To help me look at everything that has played a role in getting me here. the people, the events.....life. A lot of life has happened over my short at this time only 27 years. But this, this is about me and my cancer story not all the other stuff to. Yes it has played a roll in my life but not in my cancer. So that will all be left out of this. My counselor and I however discus it all, I have to make any sense in my head of it all. But this is now a regular thing in my life and will be for a long time to come.
This month I started seeing the my Cancer Counselor on a regular basis, she is helping me to process everything that I have gone threw and why I am at this point in my life. To help me look at everything that has played a role in getting me here. the people, the events.....life. A lot of life has happened over my short at this time only 27 years. But this, this is about me and my cancer story not all the other stuff to. Yes it has played a roll in my life but not in my cancer. So that will all be left out of this. My counselor and I however discus it all, I have to make any sense in my head of it all. But this is now a regular thing in my life and will be for a long time to come.
January 2012
Before I had to go back to work I wanted to make sure that all of my doctors appointments were taken care of and out of the way.
Jan 4th- Follow up with Dr. Kamelle, re checked the infection and first appointment in the process of now being on surveillance. Which means from this day forward I get to see my GYN Oncologist every 3 months for the next 2 years, after that if I am still doing well I will be graduated to every 6 months for a few years and then 1 time per year for the rest of my life.... that sure seems like a long time.... I will never again have just a GYN, I will always have a GYN Oncologist. First time I ever said these words to a friend they thought I was wrong and tries to correct me... they thought that I meant to say just gynecologist...nope i meant what I said gynecologist oncologist.
At this appointment I explained to Dr. Kamelle that something wasn't right with my mood and I wasn't sure what it was but all I do is cry all the time. I was referred to Dr. Julie Bryson a Cancer Counseling Specialist.
Jan 5th- Got my Dentist appointment out of the way
January 18th- I went back to work for the first time since before the surgery. It was a hard and emotional day for me. But it was nice to be back and have a reason other than doctor appointments to leave the house. Everyone was very was really good to me. It was nice to be back to work and be back in a routine.
January 20th- I saw Dr. Julie Bryson for the first time. I have been having uncontrollable mood changes, my emotions have been all over the map, I cry at the drop of a hat and have no idea why... well I have some idea why but there is so much more to it than just that....
Journal Entry in my Diary.....
Jan 20th, 2012
It's 00:30 and I see the cancer counselor in a few hours @ 0930.
I just wanted to write down a few things that I wanted to talk about.
-The choice to have a child of my own taken by cancer. -Dreaming about a baby - could this be a deal breaker in a relationship. - This all went by so quickly it's been hard to process all of it. - Cancer diagnosis - surgery and recovery - already back to work - Some days I can't stop crying and thinking about everything that has happened in the last 2 months
11/6/2011 -D&C
11/21/2011- cancer diagnosis
12/2/2011 - hystorectomy
- I feel like people may think it doesn't matter because now the cancer is gone. -Recovery has been hard painful and emotional. - I still have a long road ahead of being watched. I will have to see my oncologist the rest of my life because of this. - if it wasn't for Dr. Kamelle and his staff I wouldn't have made it through this in the same way. - may look/ seem on the outside like I'm ok and can handle this but in my head I'm not ok. - that's why i cry- it's always been a tough it out kinda of situation for me, don't ever let them see you cry or fail. - be strong you can do this - the stable one/ hide your pain/ just get through it. - Someone else always has it worse. - My problem isn't even close to other peoples problems. - lack of support from those that, emotionally I need them there.
It's been a lot of crying over the last few months and I wish I could control it...
End of January I moved from my apartment on the 4th floor and moved into a 2 bedroom apartment on the first floor. My sister Amanda moved in with me.
Jan 4th- Follow up with Dr. Kamelle, re checked the infection and first appointment in the process of now being on surveillance. Which means from this day forward I get to see my GYN Oncologist every 3 months for the next 2 years, after that if I am still doing well I will be graduated to every 6 months for a few years and then 1 time per year for the rest of my life.... that sure seems like a long time.... I will never again have just a GYN, I will always have a GYN Oncologist. First time I ever said these words to a friend they thought I was wrong and tries to correct me... they thought that I meant to say just gynecologist...nope i meant what I said gynecologist oncologist.
At this appointment I explained to Dr. Kamelle that something wasn't right with my mood and I wasn't sure what it was but all I do is cry all the time. I was referred to Dr. Julie Bryson a Cancer Counseling Specialist.
Jan 5th- Got my Dentist appointment out of the way
January 18th- I went back to work for the first time since before the surgery. It was a hard and emotional day for me. But it was nice to be back and have a reason other than doctor appointments to leave the house. Everyone was very was really good to me. It was nice to be back to work and be back in a routine.
January 20th- I saw Dr. Julie Bryson for the first time. I have been having uncontrollable mood changes, my emotions have been all over the map, I cry at the drop of a hat and have no idea why... well I have some idea why but there is so much more to it than just that....
Journal Entry in my Diary.....
Jan 20th, 2012
It's 00:30 and I see the cancer counselor in a few hours @ 0930.
I just wanted to write down a few things that I wanted to talk about.
-The choice to have a child of my own taken by cancer. -Dreaming about a baby - could this be a deal breaker in a relationship. - This all went by so quickly it's been hard to process all of it. - Cancer diagnosis - surgery and recovery - already back to work - Some days I can't stop crying and thinking about everything that has happened in the last 2 months
11/6/2011 -D&C
11/21/2011- cancer diagnosis
12/2/2011 - hystorectomy
- I feel like people may think it doesn't matter because now the cancer is gone. -Recovery has been hard painful and emotional. - I still have a long road ahead of being watched. I will have to see my oncologist the rest of my life because of this. - if it wasn't for Dr. Kamelle and his staff I wouldn't have made it through this in the same way. - may look/ seem on the outside like I'm ok and can handle this but in my head I'm not ok. - that's why i cry- it's always been a tough it out kinda of situation for me, don't ever let them see you cry or fail. - be strong you can do this - the stable one/ hide your pain/ just get through it. - Someone else always has it worse. - My problem isn't even close to other peoples problems. - lack of support from those that, emotionally I need them there.
It's been a lot of crying over the last few months and I wish I could control it...
End of January I moved from my apartment on the 4th floor and moved into a 2 bedroom apartment on the first floor. My sister Amanda moved in with me.
Friday, October 19, 2012
The Rest of December
December 19th, 2011
After the long weekend, missing Paige's birthday and spending the whole weekend in the hospital, I now have to do follow up appointments. Went to Dr. Kamelle's today. Ended up being placed on an antibiotic for a course of 10 days to clear up the infection in my incision. Because it was going to be over the holiday he made sure to also give me a pill for yeast infections in case that would happen with being on the antibiotic.
Christmas...
We had a good Christmas, went to my Dad's for Christmas Eve and Mom's house for Christmas Day. I stayed at my Mom's house till the day after Christmas. I finally went home to my apartment. That was a very long painful drive home. It was my first time driving that far by myself since the surgery. It was nice to be back in Milwaukee. But I had to keep in mind that all though I was home that didn't mean I was healed. I was still not allowed to lift anything over 10 pounds, and needed to continue resting. My sister and friends helped me to do laundry and grocery shopping.
I still had a lot of doctors appointments to go to, the following Wednesday I saw Dr. Nolan and the Genetics Counselor.
The purpose of seeing the Genetic Counselor was to see if there was a reason other than your One in a million that I had Endometrial Cancer at the age of 27. She went over my family history with me like a fine tooth comb. Afterwards she advised me that she will be testing the tumors that were removed from me during the surgery and if the 4 main genes that need to be there are present that this is not a genetic issue. however if one is missing then I would have Lynch Syndrome. And if I have it one of my parents, grandparents, and sister would all have it as well. Of course this would explain why I got it however I don't want that to be the case either.
It was almost a month before the results were back but I did not have Lynch Syndrome... So One in a Million it is.
After the long weekend, missing Paige's birthday and spending the whole weekend in the hospital, I now have to do follow up appointments. Went to Dr. Kamelle's today. Ended up being placed on an antibiotic for a course of 10 days to clear up the infection in my incision. Because it was going to be over the holiday he made sure to also give me a pill for yeast infections in case that would happen with being on the antibiotic.
Christmas...
We had a good Christmas, went to my Dad's for Christmas Eve and Mom's house for Christmas Day. I stayed at my Mom's house till the day after Christmas. I finally went home to my apartment. That was a very long painful drive home. It was my first time driving that far by myself since the surgery. It was nice to be back in Milwaukee. But I had to keep in mind that all though I was home that didn't mean I was healed. I was still not allowed to lift anything over 10 pounds, and needed to continue resting. My sister and friends helped me to do laundry and grocery shopping.
I still had a lot of doctors appointments to go to, the following Wednesday I saw Dr. Nolan and the Genetics Counselor.
The purpose of seeing the Genetic Counselor was to see if there was a reason other than your One in a million that I had Endometrial Cancer at the age of 27. She went over my family history with me like a fine tooth comb. Afterwards she advised me that she will be testing the tumors that were removed from me during the surgery and if the 4 main genes that need to be there are present that this is not a genetic issue. however if one is missing then I would have Lynch Syndrome. And if I have it one of my parents, grandparents, and sister would all have it as well. Of course this would explain why I got it however I don't want that to be the case either.
It was almost a month before the results were back but I did not have Lynch Syndrome... So One in a Million it is.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
December 15th weekend-
While I was at my Mom's house I was on a lot of pain medications. I had to call my doctor because I was out of pain
meds and still in a lot of pain. I had an infection in one of the
incisions which delayed my healing and had to add additional
medications given to me to transition from one med to another. Well this
change from Percocet to Vicodin and 800 mg of ibuprofen every 8 hours . This change in my system made me have a very rapid heart beat. Even while laying as still as I could the heart rate just continued to get faster. I didn't sleep all night. This went on from about 2am till 8am that morning. I called my doctor first thing in the morning. After speaking with Dr. Kamelle's office they felt that I also needed to check with my primary doctor as well. So I called Dr. Nolan and she advised that with the change in meds but also the recent surgery that we need to play it save and I was to go into the nearest Urgent Care facility to rule out a Pulmonary Embolism (PE)
Since I was in Elkhart Lake at my Mom's house, we drove into Plymouth to the Urgent Care. After explaining to the doctors why I was there...yeah this took a while. They decided to run some test, draw blood, start and IV and do a CT Scan. Well they take me all the way to the radiation department and ask me what I weight. Turns out that there machine has a 350 limit and they can't do my CT Scan. So they try chest X-Ray, EKG and take more blood for a D Dimer test. Which is a general lab test to tell you either it comes back negative and nothing at all is wrong in my whole body or it comes back elevated and something is wrong... Well anyone just looking at me should know that is not coming back negative. I have just been through major surgery, I have an infection in one of the incisions and my heart rate is in no way normal. They tell me that if this test comes back elevated in anyway that they are going to send me to St. Luke's in Milwaukee to have my CT Scan where they have a machine that I can get one in.
Let's keep in mind that I got to the Urgent care around 10am on Friday the 15th of December. I have not eaten at all. It's now after 5pm and I haven't been allowed anything but a little juice. Finally the D Dimer results come back and just like I thought it came back elevated. So I am to be transported from Plymouth Urgent Care to St. Luke's Milwaukee. Plymouth Ambulance transported me, nice crew. But it had already been a very long day without my normal pain meds and laying on an uncomfortable cot in the urgent care and now in the rig. So they gave me Fentanyl 100 mg with 10 mg at a time. (yeah I know it's a lot...but I was in a lot of pain for a very long time.) Thank you Plymouth Ambulance for helping me.
I arrived at St. Luke's Emergency Room and was admitted right away to my ER room. After re- explaining everything to them they tried to have somewhat of a plan. They did several test, took more blood. They weren't really sure what to do with me, so they called Dr. Kamelle (who already knew that I was there) and he told them I want a CT Scan, and EKG, Ultra Sound of legs and Cardio Ultra Sound, did blood test on me every couple hours to look for any changes. Dr. Kamelle also told them to continue my pain meds, let me eat, and admit me for observation to make sure that there are not any other changes and make sure that I don't have a PE.
Around 3am I was taken from the ER to a room on the 5th floor in the Cardiac wing. Where I was admitted to the floor went threw a lot of the same test again. Took the normal thing like Blood pressure, temperature, pulse, weigh. Drew more blood, did yet another EKG (third one for the day). And then we played 1000 questions. Needed all of my history etc. let me tell you I know this is there job but by 4am I was so tiered and hungry that all I wanted to do was sleep.
The morning of the 16th my breakfast came, first real meal since Thursday night dinner. It was awful, zero flavor. muffin was the only thing okay on there. the rest was cream of wheat, decaff coffee and milk. It SUCKED!!!
I wanted to get showered and a clean gown on. I asked the CNA if I could shower and they said no because I had a heart monitor on. At the same time I asked for help because at this point I couldn't bend enough to be able to shower by myself. The CNA gave me an attitude and even with explaining that I just had major surgery that I needed help. I asked for a clean gown and towels and wash clothes so that I could clean up and they brought me a gown that was to small and said they didn't have linens. This is such a basic thing why cant you provide this. The CNA told me that she would be back and ring the bell when I needed her but it was said in a way that she was annoyed with me and didn't want to help. So I cleaned everything that I could by myself and called it quits. I am not going to have this girl with an attitude about helping me cleaning my privates. I was very upset about it that it brought me to tears.
I asked my nurse and CNA that morning several times when I was going to get to see the doctor no one ever had a answer for me. Finally after asking 5 or 6 times they finally paged a doctor. It was now dinner time, so after 5pm. The physicians assistant came in and said that all my labs and test were good and that they were going to check with the doctor and if i didn't hear from her within an hour that I would get to go home. About and hour later the doctor finally came in and asked me several times are you feeling ok? After saying yes every time he asked he finally agreed that I could go home. about another 45 minutes later I finally was allowed to leave.
I still had to be taken all the way back to my moms house since I was still under original restrictions from the surgery. So my sister Amanda had to drive me back to my moms house before the night was even done. It was after 11pm when I got back.
Since I was in Elkhart Lake at my Mom's house, we drove into Plymouth to the Urgent Care. After explaining to the doctors why I was there...yeah this took a while. They decided to run some test, draw blood, start and IV and do a CT Scan. Well they take me all the way to the radiation department and ask me what I weight. Turns out that there machine has a 350 limit and they can't do my CT Scan. So they try chest X-Ray, EKG and take more blood for a D Dimer test. Which is a general lab test to tell you either it comes back negative and nothing at all is wrong in my whole body or it comes back elevated and something is wrong... Well anyone just looking at me should know that is not coming back negative. I have just been through major surgery, I have an infection in one of the incisions and my heart rate is in no way normal. They tell me that if this test comes back elevated in anyway that they are going to send me to St. Luke's in Milwaukee to have my CT Scan where they have a machine that I can get one in.
Let's keep in mind that I got to the Urgent care around 10am on Friday the 15th of December. I have not eaten at all. It's now after 5pm and I haven't been allowed anything but a little juice. Finally the D Dimer results come back and just like I thought it came back elevated. So I am to be transported from Plymouth Urgent Care to St. Luke's Milwaukee. Plymouth Ambulance transported me, nice crew. But it had already been a very long day without my normal pain meds and laying on an uncomfortable cot in the urgent care and now in the rig. So they gave me Fentanyl 100 mg with 10 mg at a time. (yeah I know it's a lot...but I was in a lot of pain for a very long time.) Thank you Plymouth Ambulance for helping me.
I arrived at St. Luke's Emergency Room and was admitted right away to my ER room. After re- explaining everything to them they tried to have somewhat of a plan. They did several test, took more blood. They weren't really sure what to do with me, so they called Dr. Kamelle (who already knew that I was there) and he told them I want a CT Scan, and EKG, Ultra Sound of legs and Cardio Ultra Sound, did blood test on me every couple hours to look for any changes. Dr. Kamelle also told them to continue my pain meds, let me eat, and admit me for observation to make sure that there are not any other changes and make sure that I don't have a PE.
Around 3am I was taken from the ER to a room on the 5th floor in the Cardiac wing. Where I was admitted to the floor went threw a lot of the same test again. Took the normal thing like Blood pressure, temperature, pulse, weigh. Drew more blood, did yet another EKG (third one for the day). And then we played 1000 questions. Needed all of my history etc. let me tell you I know this is there job but by 4am I was so tiered and hungry that all I wanted to do was sleep.
The morning of the 16th my breakfast came, first real meal since Thursday night dinner. It was awful, zero flavor. muffin was the only thing okay on there. the rest was cream of wheat, decaff coffee and milk. It SUCKED!!!
I wanted to get showered and a clean gown on. I asked the CNA if I could shower and they said no because I had a heart monitor on. At the same time I asked for help because at this point I couldn't bend enough to be able to shower by myself. The CNA gave me an attitude and even with explaining that I just had major surgery that I needed help. I asked for a clean gown and towels and wash clothes so that I could clean up and they brought me a gown that was to small and said they didn't have linens. This is such a basic thing why cant you provide this. The CNA told me that she would be back and ring the bell when I needed her but it was said in a way that she was annoyed with me and didn't want to help. So I cleaned everything that I could by myself and called it quits. I am not going to have this girl with an attitude about helping me cleaning my privates. I was very upset about it that it brought me to tears.
I asked my nurse and CNA that morning several times when I was going to get to see the doctor no one ever had a answer for me. Finally after asking 5 or 6 times they finally paged a doctor. It was now dinner time, so after 5pm. The physicians assistant came in and said that all my labs and test were good and that they were going to check with the doctor and if i didn't hear from her within an hour that I would get to go home. About and hour later the doctor finally came in and asked me several times are you feeling ok? After saying yes every time he asked he finally agreed that I could go home. about another 45 minutes later I finally was allowed to leave.
I still had to be taken all the way back to my moms house since I was still under original restrictions from the surgery. So my sister Amanda had to drive me back to my moms house before the night was even done. It was after 11pm when I got back.
December 6th, 2011- Surgery # 3
Surgery today, woke up at 445 am so that I could take a real shower for the last time by myself and be extra clean for surgery. Left the house at 530 and arrived at Aurora St. Luke's Medical Center at 545am. I waited in the line to check in with the Same Day Surgery Department. I was taken back to my room/curtain area that I was going to be getting ready in.
Of course the first thing is change in to a hospital gown, put on the brown socks and put all of your things in save keeping with a family member ie: wallet, cellphone.
Now you get to sit on the gurney and wait for several people to come in poke you with needles, take your blood, require you to pee in a cup, pump you full of IV fluids, antibiotics, nausea medication. Oh and lets not forget take out the one earring that you have in, that hasn't left your in ear in over 10 years and in no way can get it out without a pliers.
After about 1 and half hours in the same day surgery pr-opp area I was then wheeled off to The Pr-Operation room where you now wait another 2 hours get additional IV fluids, and other medications, you meet the nurses that will be in the room with you and any other Doctor that will be in there that isn't your normal surgeon stops by so that you know who they are before they preform an additional procedure that is needed along with the hysterectomy that Dr. Kamelle was doing for me. During my surgery I was required to have a urinary tract stent, this helps the surgeon to be able to see the urinary tract so that it isn't hit during the surgery.Ok I have to add a little funny moment in with this. The surgeon that was going to put in the stent came in to see me and tells me what he will be doing. I kinda throw in to conversation that I recall Dr. Kamelle telling me he was going to use the lighted/glow in the dark stent cause it's easier to see and cause he can. So he special ordered them with my pr-opp paper work. But the other surgeon didn't realize that it was the lighted ones. He had to make a call to Dr. Kamelle to ask if what I was telling him was correct...he didn't believe me. So Dr. Kamelle tells him yup she is right that's what I want for her surgery....that's right I was right, and yes I pay that close of attention to know what kind of equipment my surgeon wants to use on me.:)
One thing to remember is every single person is going to ask you why are you here today. What are you having done? And who is your surgeon? It's not because they don't already know it's because they have to confirm that they have the right patient and doing the correct procedure. So you have to repeat yourself several times.
So as I sit in the cold pr-operation room waiting on the surgery to start there isn't exactly anything to do but lay there, stare at the ceiling, talk to the two nurses that are taking care of everyone else in the room. And maybe talk to some other patients. I was the youngest one in the room...wasn't really surprised about that, but it would be nice if just once I wasn't the youngest in the room.
It's now my turn to go to surgery, time to wheel down the hall and into the assigned O.R. we get in there and the Robotic machine that my surgeon is going to use is set up to the side, the table in the middle the lights above, and all of the staff...there are lots of them. This time I get not only my surgeon, his assistance, nurses, anesthesiologist, 2nd surgeon for the stent, his assistant, and the team that will help with the robotic machine. this room is full of people. I move over to the table and they prep me to go under. Cover the arms with warm towels, Oxygen mask on, everything is getting in place. I get to see Dr. Kamelle for the last time before I go under and then it all begins. I'm out.....
The next thing I remember is waking up in the O.R after the surgery and I am in so much pain I cant even begin to describe that feeling. I'm taken to the recovery room, I was given breathing treatments to help my Oxygen level come back up, I was given pain medication, and the nurses stay by your side the entire time, someone is always with you. About 2 hours past and I was taken to my room.
As they pushed the bed to my room, I couldn't help but think about my family, I was scared even though I knew they were all there waiting for me to come out I felt so alone on that gurney. It was a very long ride to my room from the recovery room. We never left the 3rd floor of the hospital. As we got closer to my room I saw my family walking down the hallway. First I saw my Dad, and I remember saying as soon as I saw him "that's my dad" and right after that I saw my Uncle Gary who I don't get to see on a regular basis was there with all of my family waiting for me and that is the first tear that I caught myself shedding. I was fine until I got into my room. I held back the tears I was trying to stay strong for not only myself but my family, I knew how worried they all were about me and in my head if I stayed strong then maybe it would help them....
All of the nurses came in my room and helped transfer me over to my bed so that I could finally rest and be comfortable. If that's even possible. It was just after They go me in my bed and were positioning me the best they could that the tears started to roll down my face. They asked me what was wrong, it was the emotion of the whole thing that hit me that pain that hit me and all I could say is this is so painful why on earth would someone choose to do this if they didn't have to....
My family was able to come in the room now that I was all settled in. I was very happy to see everyone but the feeling of having everyone there is also very over whelming I felt this need to stay awake, when all I wanted to do was close my eyes and let the pain medication take me to a comfortable place. I laid there in bed unable to move. It literally hurt to do everything, to move to try and hug people to do anything. The pain was intense. I couldn't get out of bed, I had a catheter in, so at least that helped to not have move much. I ate very little of my all liquid diet, it bothered my stomach to eat much more than ice chips.
I tried to sleep once most of my family left. My sister Merrisa stayed the first night with me and everyone else was sent home to get some sleep.
It was a long night of pain. I was suppose to get up and walk to at least the door and back to my bed before the night was over. The nurse and my sister helped me to sit up...I got as far as standing and I was so dizzy that my nurse wouldn't let me try to get any further. Wise choice on my nurses part cause I would have pushed myself to keep going even with being dizzy and most likely would have fallen. I went back in my bed, I don't really remember sleeping much if any. I do remember laying awake staring at the wall feeling pain with every move and having lots of nurses in my room during the night checking on me.
The next morning I was still on a clear liquid diet. Which still hurt my stomach and took forever for me to get down. I was required to pass gas to release the pressure in my abdomen. During the surgery gasses are pushed in to your abdomen area to inflate the stomach so that the surgeon can see around the other organs. But all of those gasses have to come out of your body and until they do expect lots of stomach pain. Every time I ate I was nauseous and in pain. I was on a clear liquid diet for 3 days. Trust me it gets really old after awhile.
It seemed like all the days ran together nothing really separated them except for the visits from family and friends. Thanks to all of them that were there with me threw this and especially my sisters for staying over night with me in the hospital to make sure I was okay. Sleeping on the uncomfortable recliner, and being there for me all night and day.
On the last day before I left I was allowed to try semi soft diet and see what I could handle. I took me forever to eat I mean like hours to eat one meal and had to keep going back to try again because my stomach hurt so bad.
On Friday December 9th around 8pm I was released to go home. But I couldn't go home to my own apartment since I wouldn't be able to take care of myself. So my sisters picked me up and took me to my Mom's house where I was taken really good care of. Both my Mom and my sister Merrisa were my main caregivers. They literally helped me with everything. Helped me get showered, dressed, helped me to sit up/ lay down. I couldn't stand long so they made all my meals, wasn't allowed to lift anything over 10 lbs. so they did my laundry. Wasn't allowed to drive anywhere for 2 full weeks so I had to be taken to my doctors appointments. It was almost 2 full weeks before I could shower by myself and when I did it took a very long time. I wasn't allowed to take baths to not let the incisions get to wet.
Of course the first thing is change in to a hospital gown, put on the brown socks and put all of your things in save keeping with a family member ie: wallet, cellphone.
Now you get to sit on the gurney and wait for several people to come in poke you with needles, take your blood, require you to pee in a cup, pump you full of IV fluids, antibiotics, nausea medication. Oh and lets not forget take out the one earring that you have in, that hasn't left your in ear in over 10 years and in no way can get it out without a pliers.
After about 1 and half hours in the same day surgery pr-opp area I was then wheeled off to The Pr-Operation room where you now wait another 2 hours get additional IV fluids, and other medications, you meet the nurses that will be in the room with you and any other Doctor that will be in there that isn't your normal surgeon stops by so that you know who they are before they preform an additional procedure that is needed along with the hysterectomy that Dr. Kamelle was doing for me. During my surgery I was required to have a urinary tract stent, this helps the surgeon to be able to see the urinary tract so that it isn't hit during the surgery.Ok I have to add a little funny moment in with this. The surgeon that was going to put in the stent came in to see me and tells me what he will be doing. I kinda throw in to conversation that I recall Dr. Kamelle telling me he was going to use the lighted/glow in the dark stent cause it's easier to see and cause he can. So he special ordered them with my pr-opp paper work. But the other surgeon didn't realize that it was the lighted ones. He had to make a call to Dr. Kamelle to ask if what I was telling him was correct...he didn't believe me. So Dr. Kamelle tells him yup she is right that's what I want for her surgery....that's right I was right, and yes I pay that close of attention to know what kind of equipment my surgeon wants to use on me.:)
One thing to remember is every single person is going to ask you why are you here today. What are you having done? And who is your surgeon? It's not because they don't already know it's because they have to confirm that they have the right patient and doing the correct procedure. So you have to repeat yourself several times.
So as I sit in the cold pr-operation room waiting on the surgery to start there isn't exactly anything to do but lay there, stare at the ceiling, talk to the two nurses that are taking care of everyone else in the room. And maybe talk to some other patients. I was the youngest one in the room...wasn't really surprised about that, but it would be nice if just once I wasn't the youngest in the room.
It's now my turn to go to surgery, time to wheel down the hall and into the assigned O.R. we get in there and the Robotic machine that my surgeon is going to use is set up to the side, the table in the middle the lights above, and all of the staff...there are lots of them. This time I get not only my surgeon, his assistance, nurses, anesthesiologist, 2nd surgeon for the stent, his assistant, and the team that will help with the robotic machine. this room is full of people. I move over to the table and they prep me to go under. Cover the arms with warm towels, Oxygen mask on, everything is getting in place. I get to see Dr. Kamelle for the last time before I go under and then it all begins. I'm out.....
The next thing I remember is waking up in the O.R after the surgery and I am in so much pain I cant even begin to describe that feeling. I'm taken to the recovery room, I was given breathing treatments to help my Oxygen level come back up, I was given pain medication, and the nurses stay by your side the entire time, someone is always with you. About 2 hours past and I was taken to my room.
As they pushed the bed to my room, I couldn't help but think about my family, I was scared even though I knew they were all there waiting for me to come out I felt so alone on that gurney. It was a very long ride to my room from the recovery room. We never left the 3rd floor of the hospital. As we got closer to my room I saw my family walking down the hallway. First I saw my Dad, and I remember saying as soon as I saw him "that's my dad" and right after that I saw my Uncle Gary who I don't get to see on a regular basis was there with all of my family waiting for me and that is the first tear that I caught myself shedding. I was fine until I got into my room. I held back the tears I was trying to stay strong for not only myself but my family, I knew how worried they all were about me and in my head if I stayed strong then maybe it would help them....
All of the nurses came in my room and helped transfer me over to my bed so that I could finally rest and be comfortable. If that's even possible. It was just after They go me in my bed and were positioning me the best they could that the tears started to roll down my face. They asked me what was wrong, it was the emotion of the whole thing that hit me that pain that hit me and all I could say is this is so painful why on earth would someone choose to do this if they didn't have to....
My family was able to come in the room now that I was all settled in. I was very happy to see everyone but the feeling of having everyone there is also very over whelming I felt this need to stay awake, when all I wanted to do was close my eyes and let the pain medication take me to a comfortable place. I laid there in bed unable to move. It literally hurt to do everything, to move to try and hug people to do anything. The pain was intense. I couldn't get out of bed, I had a catheter in, so at least that helped to not have move much. I ate very little of my all liquid diet, it bothered my stomach to eat much more than ice chips.
I tried to sleep once most of my family left. My sister Merrisa stayed the first night with me and everyone else was sent home to get some sleep.
It was a long night of pain. I was suppose to get up and walk to at least the door and back to my bed before the night was over. The nurse and my sister helped me to sit up...I got as far as standing and I was so dizzy that my nurse wouldn't let me try to get any further. Wise choice on my nurses part cause I would have pushed myself to keep going even with being dizzy and most likely would have fallen. I went back in my bed, I don't really remember sleeping much if any. I do remember laying awake staring at the wall feeling pain with every move and having lots of nurses in my room during the night checking on me.
The next morning I was still on a clear liquid diet. Which still hurt my stomach and took forever for me to get down. I was required to pass gas to release the pressure in my abdomen. During the surgery gasses are pushed in to your abdomen area to inflate the stomach so that the surgeon can see around the other organs. But all of those gasses have to come out of your body and until they do expect lots of stomach pain. Every time I ate I was nauseous and in pain. I was on a clear liquid diet for 3 days. Trust me it gets really old after awhile.
It seemed like all the days ran together nothing really separated them except for the visits from family and friends. Thanks to all of them that were there with me threw this and especially my sisters for staying over night with me in the hospital to make sure I was okay. Sleeping on the uncomfortable recliner, and being there for me all night and day.
On the last day before I left I was allowed to try semi soft diet and see what I could handle. I took me forever to eat I mean like hours to eat one meal and had to keep going back to try again because my stomach hurt so bad.
On Friday December 9th around 8pm I was released to go home. But I couldn't go home to my own apartment since I wouldn't be able to take care of myself. So my sisters picked me up and took me to my Mom's house where I was taken really good care of. Both my Mom and my sister Merrisa were my main caregivers. They literally helped me with everything. Helped me get showered, dressed, helped me to sit up/ lay down. I couldn't stand long so they made all my meals, wasn't allowed to lift anything over 10 lbs. so they did my laundry. Wasn't allowed to drive anywhere for 2 full weeks so I had to be taken to my doctors appointments. It was almost 2 full weeks before I could shower by myself and when I did it took a very long time. I wasn't allowed to take baths to not let the incisions get to wet.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
December 5th, 2011-Surgery Prep
This day felt like it went on forever....
Prior to any major surgery your ordered to have only clear liquid diet and what they call a "bowel prep". This is in no way a fun day or a day to relax. This is a day to plan on staying home, and staying very near the bathroom all day long.
To start if you don't like clear broth, and jello, your probably going to have a pretty awful day. I felt like I was starving all day long. The bowel prep starts by noon the day before the surgery. So your very last chance to have really food is an early breakfast after that jello it is.
By 1pm you are to start drinking the "miralax cocktail" aka 64 ounces of Gatorade and the large bottle of Miralax. this is to be mixed together and drink 8 ounces every 15 min till it's all gone. Doing this is going to clean out your body so that during the surgery the bowel will lay flat and not be in the way. Gives the surgeon more room to work.
Between bathroom breaks I laid on the couch the rest of day. Plan on having lots of movies to watch....
Prior to any major surgery your ordered to have only clear liquid diet and what they call a "bowel prep". This is in no way a fun day or a day to relax. This is a day to plan on staying home, and staying very near the bathroom all day long.
To start if you don't like clear broth, and jello, your probably going to have a pretty awful day. I felt like I was starving all day long. The bowel prep starts by noon the day before the surgery. So your very last chance to have really food is an early breakfast after that jello it is.
By 1pm you are to start drinking the "miralax cocktail" aka 64 ounces of Gatorade and the large bottle of Miralax. this is to be mixed together and drink 8 ounces every 15 min till it's all gone. Doing this is going to clean out your body so that during the surgery the bowel will lay flat and not be in the way. Gives the surgeon more room to work.
Between bathroom breaks I laid on the couch the rest of day. Plan on having lots of movies to watch....
December 1st, 2011
After thinking about what I was going to do I knew the decision that I had to make. I had several factors in play that pushed me to make the decision that I made. To start I knew that I didn't want to end up needing chemo or radiation, I knew that my insurance was changing and I would be paying a large amount of the bill once it changes come the first of the year. I knew that the options I had were limited and in the end I needed to choose the one that would save me, not risk that things get worse.
So I made the decision to to have a Hysterectomy. I made my final appointment with Dr. Kamelle to sit down with him and talk about all of the questions that I had running threw my head. I had pages of questions written down and I wanted to be a prepared for the appointment as I possibly could. I brought my grandmother with me so that there would be another set of ears and someone to ask questions in addition to mine in case there was something that I didn't think of.
The morning of December 1st, 2011 i walked in to Dr. Kamelle's office for my 8am appointment. He sat there and answered all of my questions and even the follow up questions that he knew I would have to the information that he was giving me. He did everything he possibly could to comfort me and give me the information that I needed to make this major health decision at the young age of 27.
The surgery was scheduled that same day for December 6th, 2011. I had yet again very little time to get things prepared in life and with my job.
Friday December 2nd was dedicated with making sure that every single test I needed prior to surgery was done. Chest x-ray, EKG, Blood Work, Urine test, and getting things ready for my surgery preparation for Monday.
So I made the decision to to have a Hysterectomy. I made my final appointment with Dr. Kamelle to sit down with him and talk about all of the questions that I had running threw my head. I had pages of questions written down and I wanted to be a prepared for the appointment as I possibly could. I brought my grandmother with me so that there would be another set of ears and someone to ask questions in addition to mine in case there was something that I didn't think of.
The morning of December 1st, 2011 i walked in to Dr. Kamelle's office for my 8am appointment. He sat there and answered all of my questions and even the follow up questions that he knew I would have to the information that he was giving me. He did everything he possibly could to comfort me and give me the information that I needed to make this major health decision at the young age of 27.
The surgery was scheduled that same day for December 6th, 2011. I had yet again very little time to get things prepared in life and with my job.
Friday December 2nd was dedicated with making sure that every single test I needed prior to surgery was done. Chest x-ray, EKG, Blood Work, Urine test, and getting things ready for my surgery preparation for Monday.
November 28th, 2012
I got the phone call it's been confirmed. I have cancer....I have stage 1 grade a Endometrial Cancer.
I will point out the positive that yes this is the lowest that it can be however it went from pre- cancer to cancer in less than 7 months. So the likely hood that i would remain that way was not likely.
The two main options for treatment that I was given were hormone therapy with a very small chance of working and the ultimate cure all a hysterectomy. ...... Honestly these both suck!!!
I will point out the positive that yes this is the lowest that it can be however it went from pre- cancer to cancer in less than 7 months. So the likely hood that i would remain that way was not likely.
The two main options for treatment that I was given were hormone therapy with a very small chance of working and the ultimate cure all a hysterectomy. ...... Honestly these both suck!!!
November 21st, 2011...The day that changed everything
This is literally the day that changed my life forever and all it took was a phone call.
I called Dr. Kamelle's office around noon to see if there were any results from my labs. I was placed on a short hold and told that the doctor would call me right back he was in with a patient.
Not much later I got a phone call from his office. It was the nurse and she was getting Dr. Kamelle on the line for me. First of all we all know that when you actually talk to your doctor on the phone that your not likely to get good news.... So he get on the line and tells me that he got my results from the lab at St. Lukes and they told him that they were "confused". He said the reason that is, is that my results said that I had an early stage of cancer....But I'm only 27years old. So to double check the results the lab work was being sent to a specialist in the labs at John Hopkins University in Baltimore, MD. It's going to be another week before me know for sure.
I didn't really know what to do that day or who to talk to. But my sister Amanda came to pick me up and get me away from the house for awhile and get a chance to talk. It was nice, and I am glad that she was there.
I called Dr. Kamelle's office around noon to see if there were any results from my labs. I was placed on a short hold and told that the doctor would call me right back he was in with a patient.
Not much later I got a phone call from his office. It was the nurse and she was getting Dr. Kamelle on the line for me. First of all we all know that when you actually talk to your doctor on the phone that your not likely to get good news.... So he get on the line and tells me that he got my results from the lab at St. Lukes and they told him that they were "confused". He said the reason that is, is that my results said that I had an early stage of cancer....But I'm only 27years old. So to double check the results the lab work was being sent to a specialist in the labs at John Hopkins University in Baltimore, MD. It's going to be another week before me know for sure.
I didn't really know what to do that day or who to talk to. But my sister Amanda came to pick me up and get me away from the house for awhile and get a chance to talk. It was nice, and I am glad that she was there.
November 16th, 2011- Surgery #2
This time went I go in I am more prepared fore what is going to happen. It's all happening exactly the same as it did before. My nerves are a little less because I am prepared.
It's the morning of the surgery and I am to be at the hospital at 0800, I go in and I am getting ready in the pre-opp room. Everyone is doing what they need to get me ready. The only slight difference this time around is the anesthesiologist is different than the time before. Well because of this I am being given other medications while I am still awake. I am getting my antibiotics started prior to surgery rather than during.
I finally get taken back for my surgery which is scheduled at 1030am. Same as before it's a long cold ride back to the OR, there is no other feeling like the one when your being taken back to an OR to go under and trust other people to take care of you in every sense of the word and trust them to bring you out of this. No matter how minor or major the surgery it's still the fear of having the trust for those Doctors and Nurses that are in there with you. And I have to trust them.
I hear Dr. Kamelle enter the room, he came over to my side and grabbed my hand. He told me that he wants to find out right away what we are dealing with and would be rushing the labs and hopefully would have something back by the following Monday. After that it was time to go under and the mask was on my face.
The next thing that I remember is being woken up, but it was different this time. This time the tube was still in and could breath, I felt like I was choking. I felt like I was going to die. The Anesthesiologist wouldn't take the tube out till I could take a breath in on my own. But I couldn't do that because I felt like I needed to cough I felt like I was choking. This was the scariest thing that I have ever gone threw. I felt helpless. I couldn't do anything. And that scared me more than anything else in the world.
After the tube was removed I was placed on the other bed and taken to the recovery room. Same as last time I was in there for about an hour. Then taken back to the Same Day Surgery room. Where I stayed for a few hours before I was allowed to go home. My sister Amanda stayed with me all day long.
After my surgery Dr. Kamelle went out to talk to her and explained that he was very concerned about what he removed and that he was rushing the labs. This only confirmed it in my head that things weren't okay.
I went home and rested for 6 days before returning to work this time. I knew from last time that I needed more than I had before.
It's the morning of the surgery and I am to be at the hospital at 0800, I go in and I am getting ready in the pre-opp room. Everyone is doing what they need to get me ready. The only slight difference this time around is the anesthesiologist is different than the time before. Well because of this I am being given other medications while I am still awake. I am getting my antibiotics started prior to surgery rather than during.
I finally get taken back for my surgery which is scheduled at 1030am. Same as before it's a long cold ride back to the OR, there is no other feeling like the one when your being taken back to an OR to go under and trust other people to take care of you in every sense of the word and trust them to bring you out of this. No matter how minor or major the surgery it's still the fear of having the trust for those Doctors and Nurses that are in there with you. And I have to trust them.
I hear Dr. Kamelle enter the room, he came over to my side and grabbed my hand. He told me that he wants to find out right away what we are dealing with and would be rushing the labs and hopefully would have something back by the following Monday. After that it was time to go under and the mask was on my face.
The next thing that I remember is being woken up, but it was different this time. This time the tube was still in and could breath, I felt like I was choking. I felt like I was going to die. The Anesthesiologist wouldn't take the tube out till I could take a breath in on my own. But I couldn't do that because I felt like I needed to cough I felt like I was choking. This was the scariest thing that I have ever gone threw. I felt helpless. I couldn't do anything. And that scared me more than anything else in the world.
After the tube was removed I was placed on the other bed and taken to the recovery room. Same as last time I was in there for about an hour. Then taken back to the Same Day Surgery room. Where I stayed for a few hours before I was allowed to go home. My sister Amanda stayed with me all day long.
After my surgery Dr. Kamelle went out to talk to her and explained that he was very concerned about what he removed and that he was rushing the labs. This only confirmed it in my head that things weren't okay.
I went home and rested for 6 days before returning to work this time. I knew from last time that I needed more than I had before.
Monday, May 14, 2012
November 10th, 2011- Dr. Kamelle
I went in to see Dr. Kamelle and he knew right away when I told him about the bleeding that there was a problem and it wasn't going to be fix by medication this time. He said that I needed another D&C right away. My surgery was scheduled for November 16th at 10:30am with 0800 arrival time.
Less than a week to get the time off of work and all the pre-op work up done.
I knew this wasn't going to be good, I knew in my heart that something else was wrong.
Less than a week to get the time off of work and all the pre-op work up done.
I knew this wasn't going to be good, I knew in my heart that something else was wrong.
the between time...October 21,2011
So for the most part things were ok, bleeding was controlled and I wasn't having problems. Until October, I was having occasional bleeding it seemed to be getting worse as time went on.
October 21st 1941 hours. I was bleeding so bad that I had to take Emergency leave from work. Yet again I am sitting at work bleeding and embraced. I told my boss what was going on and that I hoped I could fix the problem but I needed to go home right away. My chair was covered in blood and I could see it on the floor near chair. My clothes had blood all over them. I knew that going to the hospital was going to do me no good and they wouldn't be able to help me. I knew that my best bet was go home sit in the bathtub, clean up the best I could, take double dose of the medicine that I was already on to control bleeding, put on a clean uniform and return to work. So that's exactly what I did.
I sat in the bathtub for what filled like forever, I felt like the bleeding was never going to stop. I sat there as long as I possibly could I was dizzy even while sitting there. Finally I felt strong enough to get up take a proper shower and get the uniform on. I went back to work for the rest of my shift. I only had a little over 2 hours left. I made it through the rest of the shift. I called my doctor that Monday morning to follow and got an appointment for as soon as I could which was November 10th at 10am.....
October 21st 1941 hours. I was bleeding so bad that I had to take Emergency leave from work. Yet again I am sitting at work bleeding and embraced. I told my boss what was going on and that I hoped I could fix the problem but I needed to go home right away. My chair was covered in blood and I could see it on the floor near chair. My clothes had blood all over them. I knew that going to the hospital was going to do me no good and they wouldn't be able to help me. I knew that my best bet was go home sit in the bathtub, clean up the best I could, take double dose of the medicine that I was already on to control bleeding, put on a clean uniform and return to work. So that's exactly what I did.
I sat in the bathtub for what filled like forever, I felt like the bleeding was never going to stop. I sat there as long as I possibly could I was dizzy even while sitting there. Finally I felt strong enough to get up take a proper shower and get the uniform on. I went back to work for the rest of my shift. I only had a little over 2 hours left. I made it through the rest of the shift. I called my doctor that Monday morning to follow and got an appointment for as soon as I could which was November 10th at 10am.....
April 4th, 2011- Surgery #1
April 4th, my first D&C (Dilation and curettage) I was to arrive at the hospital at 6am for my surgery. I was nervous, this is the first time in my adult life that I will be going under anesthesia. After the rounds of various doctors and nurses coming in and out of my room, taking blood, preparing me for surgery. I was finally taken to the OR. It's a cold long ride to the OR, once I arrived in there I was to move over to the operating table. This is not the easiest task in the world when your only wearing a hospital gown and the table is extremely small with weird opening all over it. No to mention a room full of people and your not trying to show off everything granted there all gonna see it anyway once you pass out. But at least I'm not awake for that. After getting situated on the table all the tubes going all over the place. And now starting to get put in the position which they want me during the surgery. Dr. Kamelle was now in the room, I could hear his voice and felt him touch my foot. It helped my nerves calm down a lot. They put the mask on my face told me to take big deep breaths and the next thing I remember is waking up on the other bed that was going to take me to the recovery room. I was in the recovery room for for about an hour. I was taken back to the same day surgery room, was in there for about another 3 hours before I could go home. After that it was home to recover. I was out of work for 4 days total. Went back to work that Friday.
About a week later or so later I was told that I have per-cancerous cells. My official diagnosis was Complex Endometrial hyperplasia with atypia. I was going to be watched very carefully and be put on medication to control the growth of the lining of the uterus and the bleeding.
About a week later or so later I was told that I have per-cancerous cells. My official diagnosis was Complex Endometrial hyperplasia with atypia. I was going to be watched very carefully and be put on medication to control the growth of the lining of the uterus and the bleeding.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
March 16th, 2011, my first apt with Dr Kamelle
I got to see Dr. Scott Kamelle for the first time. He tells me that he as looked over all of my test results and ultrasounds and that he agrees with Dr Cornella Carlson that I need to have a D&C as soon as possible and then we will be able to take a better look at things to see what is going on. Also so that everything can come back down to a manageable level and hopefully be controlled by medicine.
Surgery was scheduled that same day for April 4th, 2011. I was given all of the information about what had to be done prior to surgery such as labs and xrays, pregnancy test etc. I made an appointment with my primary physician Dr. Sara Nolan to have all of the pre-op test completed.
Had all of my pre-op work up completed on March 24th.
The 27th of March was my golden birthday and honestly I don't remember what happened that day all I can remember are the days around it and that I was stressed out.
I need to add in the detail that my job is answering 911 for the Fire Department and that at the time of all of this happening I was just on the edge of finishing my 4 month training. With not only the stress of the surgery, but also my final exam for my job, and trying to get the time off for my recovery.
Surgery was scheduled that same day for April 4th, 2011. I was given all of the information about what had to be done prior to surgery such as labs and xrays, pregnancy test etc. I made an appointment with my primary physician Dr. Sara Nolan to have all of the pre-op test completed.
Had all of my pre-op work up completed on March 24th.
The 27th of March was my golden birthday and honestly I don't remember what happened that day all I can remember are the days around it and that I was stressed out.
I need to add in the detail that my job is answering 911 for the Fire Department and that at the time of all of this happening I was just on the edge of finishing my 4 month training. With not only the stress of the surgery, but also my final exam for my job, and trying to get the time off for my recovery.
March 15th
March 15, 2011 , when I bleed so heavily that it went through my clothing and onto the chair. I was embraced and at work and tried to do everything I could to not tell anyone but it was to late and my co-workers knew. I lost so much blood in such a short amount of time that I was dizzy and couldn't stand without holding on to the wall. I was taken to the hospital from work. The staff in the ER had so many other things ahead of me that I waited for 3 hours bleeding sitting in the waiting room. My clothing was ruined. When I finally go into a room and had to go through that extremely uncomfortable exam. And the doctors had no answer for me gave me no medicine to stop the bleeding. Now Because years prior to this I had been in the exact same spot and those doctors gave me a high dose of birth-control to stop the bleeding and to take it for several days in a row, to rest and if needed take ibuprofen for pain. So after leaving the hospital in scrubs because my clothes were unwearable I left and went home and did the same thing I had been told years ago. I knew it would work and it did. Helped me just like I thought it would.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
the background...
This Blog is so that I can write down the events leading up to and about my cancer story. Along with everything that followed the surgery.
I am going back over a year ago and will write a little more each day in the process that I have gone through. Until we are in current day.
And might I add there maybe some details that are a bit graphic.
It's been just over a year since all the major problems started.
Feb/March 2011 I went in for a routine exam like every woman should. My gynecologist found a polyp and said that it needed to be removed immediately so that we could find out if there were more problems. This was extremely painful it felt like I was left with a crater in me. When my doctor showed me what he removed it was a mass of cell the size of a golf ball. It being removed caused me to bleed. I left there in so much pain.
I was later called with the results of the biopsy and told that I had per-cancerous cells and that I needed to have a few more test done. He also wanted me to go see a specialist by the name of Dr. Scott Kamelle. I am told that the specialist is a Gyn Oncologist and that it's just precautionary.
I had to have an ultrasound so they could have a view of everything going on. The results showed that the lining was extremely thick and that since my body wasn't naturally getting rid of it that I was going to need a D&C and that the doctor that I was being sent to would preform it.
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