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Pelvic MRI Results

I was getting fed up of waiting for the results of the pelvic MRI I had 6 weeks ago, but yesterday a short letter arrived in the post.  It stated the scan showed “probable endometriosis and adenomyosis” (read about both here) and I now have an appointment on 8th June to discuss.  There was no mention of fibroids, so I’m now not sure if what looked like fibroids on the Ultrasound was really adonomyosis or whether I have both.  They did find a plum sized pendunculated fibroid (ie one that sits on the outside of the womb) on Ultrasound, but this again wasn’t mentioned in the MRI results letter and I don’t know why.  It’s all a bit confusing.

The fact they’ve found endometriosis comes as absolutely no surprise.  I’ve had the classic symptoms of endo since I was in my late teens.  Why it wasn’t picked up on the MRI scan I had at my local hospital in November though remains a mystery – everything my local hospital does is a mystery!  The reason I chose to go to the RVI in Newcastle is that it’s a centre of excellence for endometriosis and I knew beyond doubt they’d find endo when they opened me up.

I’d never heard of adenomyosis but having Googled it all makes sense.  I have every one of the symptoms and it explains my excruciating period pain all these decades.  The only real cure for adeno is a hysterectomy – bring it on, I can’t wait.

So, it looks like I have virtually every pelvic disease known to man: fibroids, endo, adeno and polysistic ovaries.  Yayy for me!  As it’s all been left for 30 years I dread to think what my pelvis will look like when they cut me open.  Seriously, with exploding chocolate cysts ontop of everything else I bet everything is stuck together and there are adhesions for England.  It’s not going to be pretty.

I feel like I’m finally in good hands though and I’ll let you know what the Gynae says in June.

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Peri-menopause: I have no words!

Soooo, I started my period today.  It’s day 25 of my cycle.  For the first three months of this year I was back to a 28 day cycle, but the last two months I’ve been down to a 25 day cycle, just to keep me on my toes.

Yesterday I felt OK(ish).  I was extra tired, had cramps and (TMI warning!) my bits were sore because the environment ‘down there’ isn’t as moist as it used to be and my undies chaff, but I still felt well enough for a potter round a nearby plant nursery with my friend.  Went to bed last night and all was fine.

Woke this morning at 5am, which is ridiculous.  So I put my talking book on (Michael J. Fox’s memoir ‘Lucky Man’ which discusses his early onset Parkinsons Disease) and must have dozed back off because the next thing I knew it was 7.30am.  Now that’s more like it.

Got up to feed Bertie, made myself a brew, and went back to bed for Bert’s morning tummy rub and to ‘come to’.  But by the time I reached the top of the stairs I knew something was amiss.  I started to sweat.  Everywhere.  It ran in rivers off my head and down my back.  And then I felt all the colour draining from my face and the world started to swim.  Hmmm, I think I’d better lie down before I fall down.  I collapsed onto the bed like a rag doll.  Bert nudged me for a bit then decided he obviously wasn’t getting his tummy rubbed and promptly went to sleep.  Typical bloke 😉

I felt horrendous and like I was going to pass out, even though I was lying down.  I have a ceiling fan above my bed, so I turned that on.  It felt lovely and cool on my skin, but poor Bert started to shiver, so I covered him with my half of the duvet.  I also had god awful period pain and my hip bones felt like they were on fire.

I keep a blood pressure monitor under my bed, so I fished it out and took a reading.  79/45!!!!!  And my pulse was 43.  WTF?!

I then realized I needed the loo.  Urgently.  As I sat on the throne, sweating like a roasting hog, I didn’t know whether I was going to poop, puke or pass out.  This is when living alone can be quite scary.  For the next hour I staggered between my bed and the loo, with horrendous diarrhea and chilling sweats.  Even my lips were white and I couldn’t sit upright without wanting to pass out.

Then my period actually arrived and over the next two hours things mercifully started to calm down.  I put my TENS machine on both my back and stomach, so the cramping pain lifted slightly (though as I’m typing this I still feel like someone is inside my uterus with a blow torch).  I managed to have a drink.  And my BP came up to a more respectful 104/54 (which admittedly is my usual BP for when I’m sleeping, not awake and upright).

It’s now evening and I’ve finally managed to eat something.  I still feel rubbish, but it’s a ‘normal’ period-induced rubbish, not the I-think-I’m-about-to-die rubbish I felt this morning.  I’m going to run a bath now because I feel truly icky – I just hope the heat doesn’t send my BP plummeting too far again.

I have no idea what this was all about and I hope it doesn’t happen again any time soon.   When is the menopause going to happen?  When?!  I just want my periods to be over with because all this malarkey for the past 36 years has been like some kind of torture!