Hi everyone
Thank you for all your wonderful messages since I last posted on Friday. I’ve read them all and taken such heart from the advice, hugs and handholds. I really appreciate the time people have taken and the thoughts and prayers.
I had the bath, I drank the wine, I watched the telly. I think I was so exhausted that my head just went blank and I went numb which was probably for the best. I didn’t get the best night’s sleep but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster since. Woke up Saturday feeling high as a kite - very ‘roll up your sleeves’, ‘you’re not dead yet’ etc
Luckily, DH and I had the welcome distraction of a night away from home which involved seeing lots of old faces and a kitchen disco, which was a very welcome distraction. I told one, close friend and swore her to secrecy.
It was good to completely forget about it for a few hours.
Things have been very up and down since then. I haven’t slept much/well, which probably hasn’t helped things.
I spoke with my boss to forewarn her of appointments etc on Monday and she was amazing - kind, supportive - and took some work off me so I could take some time out on Monday afternoon. I thought I’d go for a long walk, read an improving book etc but in fact I just crashed on the sofa. I had a very busy work day on Tuesday which gave me somewhere to put the nervous energy.
The consultant referral letter came through for an appointment yesterday morning, so off we went. DH (who was very much the rabbit in the headlights on Friday) has gone into full Service Love mode and has been a sweetheart since, he’s being very solicitous, has done all the cooking (which he hates and isn’t very good at, so I usually do most of it, in exchange for him doing other jobs I hate of course, fear not Wise Mumsnet) He has stopped trying to fix it with platitudes after some further feedback 🤣He came with me.
Much as I might be reassured by the speed of the track, the appointment was pretty bad.
Despite having a very early appointment time, I wasn’t seen until late morning. Everyone there was seen upwards of an hour and a half after their appointment time. The nurses were great at keeping us posted on the delays but there was no real reason given other than the clinicians were ‘behind’
I didn’t mind so much as I’d taken the day off and I imagine the reason for the hold up could have been some poor soul being given bad news, but two people left because they had scheduled enough time for appointments with a bit of contingency but not hours and hours’ worth. . .
Anyhow - it wasn’t great. The consultant had no access to any of the records, referral or notes. An IT issue apparently. So she hadn’t seen the initial referral documentation, the ultrasound, the bloods - and had no idea of history, symptoms etc
So we started from scratch, in a rush. Thankfully I had the ultrasound report screenshots on my phone and the NHS app so I could show her the bloods.
I had been assuming that as a specialist, she would have seen all of that and be interpreting what the non-specialist GP and Sonographer can’t, from the info and scans she had, and that we would spend the appointment time with her explaining possible diagnoses and a plan to rule them in/out. Maybe some time for questions. None of that happened. She made some notes, said ‘so they’re saying it’s a fibroid or a tubo-ovarian mass, or something else’ - which isn’t news, and is in the scan report.
I went in there wanting an MRI which she did offer and order so that was good, and a biopsy, which I bit her hand off for.
More waiting for a (pointless but necessary) pregnancy test, and then more waiting for the biopsy. I shouldn’t moan I suppose, but it was hot and loud in there and there were a few ‘characters’ who were intent on turning the waiting into a shared group experience which I was just not in the mood for. Plus my period started a week early and came in storm-force, so I am bleeding a lot again and in a lot of pain which was making me grumpy.
The biopsy was grim. I have a cervix/tilted womb set up which always makes smears etc pretty uncomfortable and this was on the painful side of ‘discomfort’. There was an argument between two nurses because one hadn’t given me the bit of paper for ‘dignity’ and the other one was outraged about that.
The consultant and the outraged nurse were both very caring during the biopsy.
Afterwards the consultant couldn’t tell me how long the results would be, thought the MRI would be 10 days plus a week for results but couldnt really say. . I’ll get a letter apparently and she’ll go from there.
It all left me with more questions than answers.
Some wins -
I’m in the system (well, sort of, if the computers work)
Had a biopsy and the MRI is ordered.
Outraged Nurse was a wonderful, old-school, no-nonsense, bustling Irish nurse who reminded me of my very loved, very missed (decades later) Nana which I took comfort from. A ‘poor thing’ and a hand squeeze at an opportune moment is sometimes all you need.
Swift pub lunch with DH on the way home
The Not Wins -
I still don’t have an expert opinion on what it could be: I’ve had to work that out myself, and I am very much not a clinician. This has pissed me off. I could be worrying unnecessarily for want of a sensible, rational discussion about possibilities and likelihoods.
Horrendous cramping from the period/biopsy aftermath combo
Wondering why they’ve taken a random endometrial biopsy and not one from the mass (although I suppose they could do that after an MRI if they wanted).
In the absence of a consultant doing it, I’ve come up with possible diagnoses myself (yes, I know, I know)
Most likely - and everything crossed it is - a massive fucking deteriorating bastard fibroid, albeit one presenting in a very atypical way.
Less likely but not ruled out - one of a menu of terrifying womb cancers - if so, possibly one of the less aggressive high grade ones but possibly relatively locally-advanced given size/ what the US says/Eve Appeal and other info resources
I think anything ovarian is unlikely - surely if I had a tubo-ovarian mass/abscess the size of a grapefruit, I would be extremely unwell/septic/dead. My CA 125 is 12 down from 13 when they did initial bloods.
Before anyone tells me off, I know I shouldn’t be doing this - but I am left piecing bits of info together in the absence of someone qualified doing it for me.
Sorry for the long post. Thank you for letting me vent! I don’t want anyone bar DH and Old Friend IRL to know, for a variety of reasons, mainly to do with questions and fuss. We have 2 kids who just cannot get wind of it unless and until there is something concrete to tell them. It’s really helping me to splurge it all out and order my thoughts in this Thread
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