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***Warning: this post is NOT for the faint hearted*** I went to my GP a couple of weeks ago for my routine check up (as you do when you have a variety of medical conditions to manage) and all in all it was a positive consultation.  I gushed about having lost weight and the noticeable reduction in the frequency of migraines.  I also confessed about weaning myself off the blood pressure medication.

My GP was thrilled to hear about the weight loss and after I explained why I weaned myself off the blood pressure meds and how I went about it, he commended me on doing exactly what he would have prescribed - going as far as to say that I must have a medical background.  I told him: "No, I'm just smart."  ;o)

We then discussed my irregular cycles and I asked if a Mirena might be of benefit to me.  He agreed that it was a good option and sent me away with a referral to a gynaecologist for further management.

Thus I found myself today spread eagled on a bed being poked, prodded and scraped by a variety of instruments and before I knew it, I was being booked in for surgery... to take place next week!!

Apparently I have several cysts in my uterus - the removal of which should greatly improve the irregular and at times heavy bleeding.  Likewise, the Mirena also promises to improve life for me - as long as I don't fall into the category of women who bleed profusely from it - keep your fingers and toes crossed everyone!

So next week, under general anaesthetic, I will be having a D&C Hysteroscopy, Cautery to Cervix and Mirena insertion.  Apparently it is all routine stuff and nothing to worry about.  But whilst it may be routine to the medical staff, it sure as hell isn't routine to me!  I'm not overly concerned about the procedure itself and there is no indication whatsoever that the pathologists will find anything sinister.  However, I have never been good with general anaesthetics - so I'm rather nervous about being violently ill afterwards (which has happened three out of the four times during post-op recovery).

The biggest thing that's hitting me right now is that I'm having to go through it all on my own.  From the first consultation, to the nervous lead up, going in to surgery and post-op recovery.  Certainly, I have a close circle of friends who are supporting me emotionally and physically in whatever way that they can - and I love and appreciate each and everyone one of you - but it isn't the same as having a life companion beside you.  Someone to embrace you, to listen to your concerns and to wipe away your tears.  Someone who can drop everything else to be by your side, to hold your hand when you're afraid, to let go when you need the space, to bring you water and to check that you're okay.  Someone to show you compassion and unconditional love when you are at your weakest.


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