Significant: sufficiently great or important to be worthy of attention; noteworthy
What can I say, I always strive to be the best and if I have to have a cyst, let it be the biggest most noteworthy cyst ever!
The next week I go see my regular gynecologist and she agrees that it is a bartholin's and gives me a different antibiotic since the "significant" size had not decreased. If that didn't work, then she wold take a needle to it and drain it. Ew! But ok. The antibiotic did not work, at least not on the cyst. It did however get rid of the bronchitis that I had at the same time. So, silver lining.
We scheduled my cystecomy (which I'm pretty sure is not an actual word and I think I might have just made it up) for January 28, yesterday. I was ready. While this bit of significance in my coochie was not painful or at all bothersome in any way, I really don't want it there anymore. So I was ready to get rid of it. Well, I got numbed up and the needle went in and nothing came out. So a scalpel went in, and nothing came out (well some blood came out, but that was just from the incision). My doctor was a little taken aback that nothing happened and decided that she probably shouldn't keep digging around down there and instead decided to send me to a specialist who may be more equipped to rid me of this thing.
While I was standing at the nurse's desk as the nurse tried to find me a specialist with an opening yesterday I heard her say this... "yes, gynecology oncology". My eyes popped out of my head and landed on the desk. This is nothing anyone ever wants to hear and not at all what I was expecting. And of course, the tears started to fall down on her desk. And I couldn't stop them. I'm in full blown freak out. Oncology? What? I have cancer now? Are you kidding me? I was told my fucking lube gland backed up! That was the last I heard, not that I might have cancer! The nurse is trying to be reassuring and saying that it's just precaution and not to get ahead of myself. But I'm so far ahead of myself at this point I don't know what to do. I leave the office with an appointment for 12 noon (same day, yesterday) with the gynecology oncologist. And go to my car to cry some more.
I called the man, and told him and said I would be calling my mom to go with me. He was obviously flummoxed and didn't know what to do or say. I called my mom and told her I was on my way and what was going on. She was on the spot, "I'll be ready when you get here." So off I went, crying all the way, talking to my friend LP who has a calming way about her and has experienced many of the medical things I have so she's my most often go to when things get medical. And she did calm me, somewhat. But there was always that looming voice, "you have cancer" in the back of my head.
After picking up mom and getting her the obligatory iced coffee, we were off. While driving, the man texted asking where the appointment was and what the doctors name was so he could meet me there. It takes awhile but he most often does figure out the right thing to do, and he did. I waited until I arrived at the appointment and texted him to tell him the info and he said he would meet me there. I was very early and he wasn't too far away, so it worked out. I had a zillion papers to fill out as a new patient anyway. So after I filled them out, I was called in. My mom wanted to go in with me but the man had yet to arrive so I told her to wait out there for him.
At this point, I am still bleeding from the wound in my coochie from the scalpel but it's not too bad. The oncologist came in and was like a dream. She was the best I could have ever asked for. She was kind, gentle, soothing and very reassuring. And while her diagnosis wasn't definitive, she was "reasonably sure" that what I have is not cancer. OMG, I could have kissed her!! I had just come off several hours of absolutely panic, which by the way, reflected in my BP when they took my vitals. The nurse who took my vitals commented on my BP being high and I told her that they were closer to normal earlier in the day at my other doctors appointment but that I'm very nervous right now. She reassuringly said, "honey, everyone who comes in that door is nervous." And I don't doubt it at all. So, I am having an MRI on Tuesday (2/2) to assess what it is, it's exact size and location and we will take it from there on the course of action. It will be removed, she just needs to figure out if it can still be an in office easy peasy procedure, or a surgical not so easy peasy. All I need to do is get a blood draw to make sure my kidneys are functioning normally. They need to know this info because they use contrast during the MRI.
If I say the blood draw was fun, would you think I'm nuts? It was kind of fun though. The girl who was doing my draw was a student and when I rolled up my sleeve she caught a little glimpse of my Frankenstein tattoo. Well, now her and her supervisor had questions, and wanted to see everything I had and were so excited by all my tattoos, especially my Sicily tattoo and my Grandma tattoo. I was more than happy to show them and talk about something far more fun than cancer or blood or coochie lumps. The amusing thing is, the supervisor kept saying "oh that was my favorite show!" when she was looking at Frankenstein and his Bride. I think she thought they were the Munsters! lol
Is that the end of the story? Nope. The rest of the day seemed business as usual. Lunch, a little shopping, take mom home and then home. It was a long day, I was very tired and emotionally drained and just wanted to be home, in my jammies, on my couch. I was about 3 miles from my goal, when, while at a stoplight, fully stopped, I was rear ended by another car. Are you fucking kidding me!? I want this day to just go away! January 28 fucking sucks donkey balls. I was not hurt (a little sore today but that's standard) and neither was my car. It's quite shocking actually because I was really really slammed, hard. The woman who hit me was hit by the kid behind her. And yes, he was a kid. A mere 18. Cute as can be and devastated beyond belief that this happened. It was his second or third accident and he will most likely lose his license.
The woman in the middle, however, was a complete raving bitch. Granted, my first instinct upon impact was "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!" and apparently it was hers too. I didn't get out of the car the second it happened but I heard her screaming at the kid. Screaming!!! And he was probably in some version of shock. His airbag had deployed. Mine didn't, hers didn't. I know accidents are upsetting. This is the second time I was rear ended in several months. There are a lot of emotions and anger is one of them. And ok, her car was brand new (3 months old) it was really fucked up and so was his. But she continued to berate this kid over and over and over. He was so upset and crying and she never relented. I felt so bad for him. He swore he wasn't texting. His version is that he was trying to change lanes, turned around to see if any cars were coming so he could move over and didn't see that we were stopped.
So it becomes a matter of waiting for police and then filling out police reports. Me and the bitch sat in the back of the police cruiser filling out our papers and she kept making calls to tow trucks, to Nissan dealers (because dammit, her car had to be fixed with certified Nissan parts!). The cop finally told her to get off the phone and do that later! Thank you occifer, shut that bitch up already before I slap the shit out of her! And after all that, I finally got to go home. All in all, my crapola day started around 8:30 am and ended a little after 7. And it was the longest eleven-ish hours ever. Fuck you January 28.
