Archive for the ‘gynecologist’ Category

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Progress, finally!

November 19, 2015

It’s been 2,5 months since my last post and I’m glad to say I have made progress! I’m at 59,3 kg now and not planning to lose any weight any more, only gaining more muscle and firming the mid section.

I had my monthly appointment with the physiotherapist and she stated my progress also. My mid section is much stronger, my belly is smaller and generally my posture has improved a lot.

From August I have lost 6 cm in my waistline.

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How I got here? By sticking most days to the low carb and low calory diet (ok, weekends excluded) and training 3 times a week. Once a week I attend a pilates class, once a week I have gone jogging (only 3 km but anyway) and once a week we have a one hour circuit training class with personal trainer at my work place (really really efficient and rewarding!). I’ve also tried to do my physio exercises a couple of times during the week but not so often lately, need to put more effort there.

Despite the good progress with diastasis I also have had some issues with endo lately.. I visited my gynecologist and she sent me further to specialized hospital for more detailed exams after Christmas. They are probably going to do an MRI scan to see if my bowel is attached to other tissue due to the symptoms I’ve had (pain on the left side of my belly and constipation all the time). I really hope there’s no need for surgery but at the same time I’m so sick of the never ending endo struggle.

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Pathological

June 12, 2008

I got the pathologist’s statement in mail on Tuesday. Didn’t understand a word of it, although it seemed to be written on my mother tongue, Finnish. Had to google half of the words just in case the paper was saying something horrible. According to the statement, I have (freely translated) somewhat severe endometriosis. What the hell does the “somewhat” part mean? Does it mean “mildly” or “quite severe”? Why do they send people these papers filled with medical jargon that only make you anxious, without any translations or explanations?

After my surgery I asked the doctor whether my endometriosis was mild or severe. See said that it was the milder type. Now it’s severe.

I tried calling the hospital this morning and getting a telephone appointment with the doctor, but they said they don’t have those and I should try to call the office next Monday and try to catch her… After my surgery I wasn’t given any follow-up appointment and now this pahology statement that is only causing more stress… Great.

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After surgery

May 17, 2008

My laparoscopy was done on Wednesday the 14th May and I’m glad to tell that everyhting went fine and I’m recovering.

I woke up at 6 AM, put on the anti-embolism stockings and was driven to hospital by my husband. There I was told that my operation was scheduled at 10 AM so I would have a couple hours waiting ahead of me. I changed to the ever-so-sexy hospital gown and settled to my room with some magazines. About half an hour later the nurse came to tell me that they had changed the operation timetables and I would be the day’s first patient at 8 AM and because it was almost that time already they didn’t give me any sedative.

The nurse walked me to the bottom floor and I enterd the operation theatre where 4 nurses about my age greeted me.  I climbed to the table that reminded the one they have at the gynecologist’s only that I was laying my back down, not upwards as usual. Next the anesthesia doctor entered the room and I recognized his voice; it was the same Russian guy who had earlier laughed at me because I have a tattoo on my lower back and said that I would be in so much pain when giving birth because I couldn’t have an epidural. What a nice guy. Now he recommended me to think about “nice beaches in Thailand” and said he was giving me a pre-medication. After that I blacked out.

I woke up some 4 hours later, shivering cold and with the oxygen mustache attached to my nose, it itched like hell and I asked the nurse could I take it off but she said not yet. I was given pain medicine straight to IV and slept maybe an hour more. After waking up the nurse took my back to the ward and I slept some more and was given more pain killers.

A couple of hours later the other operating doctor came to see me. She was really nice, 30ish woman who told me that the surgery had gone really well. They had removed endometriosis scar tissue from my urinal bladder, behind my left ovary and behind my uterus and they had managed to get it all away with the laser. Because they had operated on my bladder, I had been cathetrised and was peeing turqoise liquid on a plastic bag. Pretty. (BTW removing the cathetre is NOT very pleasant!)

The doctor showed me pictures from my insides and told that they had also tested if my tubes were open or not, and luckily they were. So now getting pregnant should be easier. I was really relieved with these news although I’m already prepared myself for the fact that getting pregnant with endo is difficult and I might need IVF to conceive even though the operation went so well and all my organs seem to be in their right places and functioning.

I was released from the hospital around 5 PM and after that I’ve mostly laid on the sofa watching movies and eating candy. I wasn’t  on too much pain, even though the 10 km drive from hospital to home made me a bit nauseatic and I had to turn the AC to freezing so I wouldn’t throw up. First night was a bit difficult because I could only sleep on my back, not on my side at all, which would be my natural sleeping position. There are 4 holes on my stomach after the surgery; one in my navel, two on each side and one 15 cm below my navel. The stiches will melt away on their own.

The first days it felt like I would have done sit-ups with too large weights and getting up from the sofa and bed was difficult. I luckily had only a little of the shoulder pain produced by the C02 they put on my stomach during surgery and my stomach didn’t swell to the size of a basket ball. Now it’s Saturday and I was feeling good enough to attend my first godson’s christening. The wedding at another town I had to skip, and I’m glad I did because I’m already tired after the christening party.

My hopes are high after the surgery and because they didn’t find anything malicious inside me. My husband went to a semen test last Tuesday and we will get the results maybe next week. I truly hope everything is fine with him and we will finally get a family together!

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Everybody else is pregnant but me

April 29, 2008

…That is the feeling one gets often when trying to conceive for months without results. It seems that every movie star, reality-tv starlet and pop singer in the gossip section photos bask with their round bellies under designer dresses or with their newborn mini-mes on their arms. At this time like 80% of Finnish female rock artists are pregnant or have just delivered a baby. Are celebrities more fertile than ordinary people? And all those 40-something actresses getting their fist babies, are they really just lucky to get pregnant at such high age or does medicine have to do something with it? Why doesn’t anyone of those mothers utter the letters IVF aloud?

And it’s not just the people you see on the tv and read about in magazines and internet; when you are desperately trying to get pregnant it seems that every other woman crossing your way is pregnant. And you hate each one of them for being so lucky. At least I do.

Sometimes I start to wonder if it’s just a cosmic conspiracy or joke on my behalf. How is it possible, that just at the time when I’m agonizing about my up-coming laparoscopy and possibilities for parenthood afterwards, there are 4 (YES FOUR) pregnant women at my aerobics class? Before I wanted to get pregnant, there was never any pregnant ladies present. And I hate the way they rub their bellies and want to show off their pregnancy, everyone to marvel their blossoming bodies and motherhood. It really makes me sick sometimes. If I ever get pregnant I promise not to rub anyone’s nose in it.

My laparoscopy is in two weeks. I had my pre-operation appointment with the gynecologist. Actually two of them, first one being a gentle-handed woman, latter a man with obviously the thought in his head that women’s insides are made of iron and you can handle them as roughly as you please. A big ouch. I got my very sexy stockings to put on in the morning of the surgery and met the physiotherapist who showed how to get out of bed after the operation and how to breathe in a bottle to ease the shoulder pain. I haven’t really thought that I would be in a bad shape after the operation because I’ll only get 5-7 days of sick leave. Now after reading yet more horror stories in the ever wonderful internet I’ve learned that yes you can get really, really sick after it and may require even a month to recover.

My godson’s christening is 4 days after my surgery and on the same night I’m supposed to attend a wedding party. We’ll see.