There's no other way to describe the last 3 months - both physically and emotionally.
Physically, we thought we were finally done with the surgery last week to remove the retained tissue and polyp. Only, it wasn't a polyp, it was a fibroid, which as it turns out, is a bit more serious because the growth was actually embedded within the walls of my uterus. So rather than getting a clean bill of health, I instead have to let yet another cycle go by before I have to get another SIS. If you're keeping count, that makes 3 SIS's so far in 2015. Let's hope this one is the last one.
Let me just take a detour at this moment to tell you a little something else about my appointment. When I walked in, I was asked if I had a stent in, which I was sure I did not. No one had ever told me I did and I'd think I notice some kind of device inside of me. But the thing is - my husband told me THREE times that I had one. Except I was apparently still under some anesthesia at the time so I didn't remember this. I'm told the conversation went something like this:
Husband: hey, you're awake, how do you feel?
Me: Ok. Am I ok? are we cleared?
Husband: Yes, but you have a stent in that will have to come out in a week.
Me: Ok, but not another SIS, right?!
Husband: No. No SIS.
Me: Thank god.
Repeat two more times.
So color me confused when I waked into my doctor's office and she told me I absolutely had a stent in, and it had to come out. So I asked how that's done, and if it was going to hurt. I was given some nonsense answer, because the *real* answer would have been, "Sorry, despite amazing medical advances over the past several decades, no one cared to ever think of any better way than to just yank this thing out of you (with no pain medication) and it's going to hurt so bad you won't be able to form thoughts after it's done."
I still cross my legs when I think about it.
But the good news is now an SIS doesn't seem quite so daunting, because hey, at least it's not a stent removal.
So with that very painful and disappointing appointment, I am back on a roller coaster I thought I had finally gotten off of. And back to good days and bad days.
Sometimes, like yesterday, I am absolutely toxic. I am depressed, I am sad, and I am so very angry. Nothing helps, and no matter how hard my dear sweet husband tries, I can't get out of that dark hole. And the thing with bad days is you can't plan for them. So I found myself in this awful place, and also having to head over to the in-laws to see the family. On a normal day, this would make for a lovely time, but on a bad day, it's hard to feel lovely about anything. But life goes on, even when you're not up for it.