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Ow, ow, ow...
Oct. 15th, 2003 12:21 amI had my biopsy today and OH MY GOD it hurt like a motherfucker.
But here's the good news...
I have a beautiful healthy looking Cervix...award winning...gorgeous. She said things looked so healthy that she wasn't sure where she should take the sample from. My reproductive parts apparently rock.
Whatever is wrong will not prevent me from getting pregnant or being healthy.
I do not have Cervical cancer...she promised.
I was assertive with the doctor and demanded an explanation for why my test results languished for three months. I did not chicken out. I was poised and calm but decidedly pissed. She answered some of my questions and promised to follow up on the rest.
I get the official results in five to ten days.
And I finally got a script for birth control (they never want to give it to me because of my hypertension background).
And the bad news...
The birth control won't be effective for a full five weeks---essentially after the time when it might be most useful (with D). But cest la vie...I'm much happier safer than sorry.
I have HPV. I knew that but I had assumed (as did D) that it had gone into remission. I haven't had any symptoms for several years and usually that's a good indicator that the body's immune system has trumped the virus. I was wrong. On a positive note, this doctor actually seemed to know something about HPV and told me that 1) Most women have the disease and simply don't know about it (i.e. I'm in good company), 2) Contrary to popular belief it is not a guarantee for cervical cancer because most women contract it in their teens and twenties and 80% of those women go into remission by their thirties (apparently it usually takes about eight years) well before cervical cancer becomes a great risk, and 3) the HPV is really little more than an annoyance. She cited some clinical studies and promised that they would keep an eye on me. I have another PAP in six months.
It hurt like a bitch. Did I mention that? Even with a morning cocktail of 800 mg of Motrin, IT HURT. Imagine someone poking you in the cervix and just as the cervix begins to cramp, they poke you harder and then take a chunk of it as a souvenir. No local. Ouch. I just about fainted when I got dressed, because I had an opportunity to view the medical tools up close and bloodied. They looked like Medieval torture instruments---long handled scissors with little jaws at the end that nip off a bit of the tissue. Ow, ow, ow, ow. Ow.
I can't have sex for a week.
And that's all the news for now.
I'm INFINITELY more relieved having gone in and gone through it. *whew*
But here's the good news...
I have a beautiful healthy looking Cervix...award winning...gorgeous. She said things looked so healthy that she wasn't sure where she should take the sample from. My reproductive parts apparently rock.
Whatever is wrong will not prevent me from getting pregnant or being healthy.
I do not have Cervical cancer...she promised.
I was assertive with the doctor and demanded an explanation for why my test results languished for three months. I did not chicken out. I was poised and calm but decidedly pissed. She answered some of my questions and promised to follow up on the rest.
I get the official results in five to ten days.
And I finally got a script for birth control (they never want to give it to me because of my hypertension background).
And the bad news...
The birth control won't be effective for a full five weeks---essentially after the time when it might be most useful (with D). But cest la vie...I'm much happier safer than sorry.
I have HPV. I knew that but I had assumed (as did D) that it had gone into remission. I haven't had any symptoms for several years and usually that's a good indicator that the body's immune system has trumped the virus. I was wrong. On a positive note, this doctor actually seemed to know something about HPV and told me that 1) Most women have the disease and simply don't know about it (i.e. I'm in good company), 2) Contrary to popular belief it is not a guarantee for cervical cancer because most women contract it in their teens and twenties and 80% of those women go into remission by their thirties (apparently it usually takes about eight years) well before cervical cancer becomes a great risk, and 3) the HPV is really little more than an annoyance. She cited some clinical studies and promised that they would keep an eye on me. I have another PAP in six months.
It hurt like a bitch. Did I mention that? Even with a morning cocktail of 800 mg of Motrin, IT HURT. Imagine someone poking you in the cervix and just as the cervix begins to cramp, they poke you harder and then take a chunk of it as a souvenir. No local. Ouch. I just about fainted when I got dressed, because I had an opportunity to view the medical tools up close and bloodied. They looked like Medieval torture instruments---long handled scissors with little jaws at the end that nip off a bit of the tissue. Ow, ow, ow, ow. Ow.
I can't have sex for a week.
And that's all the news for now.
I'm INFINITELY more relieved having gone in and gone through it. *whew*
