Monday the hospital called me with my MRI date: Friday, Dec. 13th. That seemed like a long time for someone to wait do find out whether the huge tumour in your womb was cancer or not. I hated the thought of waiting that long. I just wanted the whole process over.
I spent the next week home with my daughter, waiting for the miscarriage to complete itself. I was in pain, still looking and feeling pregnant and heartbroken thinking that something in my body killed two potential children who could have been as beautiful and amazing as my daughter.
Friday, Nov. 22nd the hospital called again with news that there was a cancellation and I was able to get in for my MRI Nov. 25th. It was a huge relief.
Monday, Nov. 25th I showed up at the hospital early and eager. All jewelry and nail polish removed, I waited a few hours for my turn. There was a medical emergency that delayed things. A man had a heart attack in the CT machine in the next room. Emotions were high. The nurses and techs were coming down from adrenaline when they laid me on the table. The table moved and I was crammed into the tight tube of the MRI machine. Only the top of my head was out. I was told to breathe as shallow as possible and not move. At times I had to hold my breath for 30 seconds. I could not even wiggle my toes for 1/2 hour as the tube made knocking and tweeting noise around my body.
Time passed quicker than I imagined. Soon it was over and they sent me home. They told me my results would be sent to my doctor and the specialist and to call them for an appointment in a week or two. I was really hoping I was going to find something out then. That maybe I would get to see it, but sadly, this would not be the case.
My doctors appointment was scheduled for today, Dec. 5th and my specialist appointment is Dec. 11th. However, Monday I felt sick and got into my doctor, I’ll call her Dr. C, that day. I normally would not have called her over what felt like a stomach bug but since I was recovering from a miscarriage I didn't want to take any chances. Apparently, I was super backed up and digested food was making its way back into my stomach. She doubled my heart burn medication.
Dr. C didn't have the MRI pictures but she had the radiologists report. Apparently, as of Nov. 25th, my fibroid was 11.2x10.3x9.7cms about the size of a good sized mango. It is pushing my organs to the right and compressing my bladder. Thankfully, everything is still functional despite the "distortion." I am experiencing heart burn and constipation, typical pregnancy symptoms as my uterus continues to grow. Besides the tumour which is pushing them to funny places (for example my left ovary is up near my left ribs), my uterus and ovaries appear perfectly healthy. This surprised me. I was sure they would find endometriosis. She didn’t say whether the tumour was on the inside or the outside but she said it was fully encapsulated and mentioned a branch that they will hopefully just be able to “snip” off so I think that means it is a “pedunculated” which means less cutting and a greater chance of keeping my uterus and having a natural delivery if I become pregnant in the future.
Good news: No lymphocytes which means no cancer! YAY! Dr. C. thinks I should be able to be “repaired” without compromising my fertility even though the report said my potential future fertility was inconclusive.
Bad news: The tumour is still growing. I now have a 20 week uterus. It is compressing my femoral arteries which means my back aches and my legs are sometimes cold, numb and sore. I am at risk of varicose veins, blood pulling and blood clots. My risks for stroke and embolism are higher now but my doctor swears the chances of this are still really rare. I don't know how common getting pregnant with twins while using condoms only to lose them to a gigantic tumour is so I am not a fan of the odd game right now.
Hopefully, I only get good news from here on out. Less than one week from today, I should have a game plan!
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