linking up with Jen.
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So I have been bleeding on and off since having Luisa – she’s three months old tomorrow. That’s a long time! I finally had an ultrasound last Friday (August 9th) and they found a large cyst on my ovary.
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The obgyn wants to remove it. Laparoscopic Surgery. Yes, surgery. I’ve never had any surgical procedures, never been put under, etc. Frightened doesn’t even begin to cover it. I ask for your prayers.
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I believe it’s a ‘complex cyst’ because it’s not fluid filled. The obgyn thinks it’s a dermoid because of my age and cancer history. Of course there is the possibility of it being cancer. I do mostly ok believing that it’s not until it’s night time.
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At night I lay awake thinking terrible thoughts. What would my children do without their mother? I’m too young to die. I don’t want to have cancer and chemo and and and. I am too young to die? What if it is cancer? Will my husband remarry?
You can imagine how well rested I feel in the morning. Especially since I’m still getting up many times a night to feed the three month old.
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Speaking of the three month old. She’s taken a bottle once. I do the mspi diet so I’m not having any dairy or soy and that aren’t very many kinds of formula she can have (not that she would take it anyway). I’ve been pumping every morning and have a nice little supply built up. Please pray that she will take a bottle and that we will be able to get back into breastfeeding quickly. I’m worried that I’ll be too sick or in too much pain or something and I’ll have a hungry, unhappy baby.
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Ada started preschool this week. The big two start school next week. Soccer has started. Dance starts soon. My husband is teaching a class at the University one night a week. Life doesn’t slow down. I’m pretty nervous about being able to recover and rest as much as I need to.
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You can tell I’m pretty nervous about most everything. The past week has been a blur. I’ve been a bit of a mess to be honest (my poor husband). My head has been like this all week – “cyst! cyst! cyst! cancer? cyst! cyst! surgery. cyst! cancer? cyst!” and it’s exhausting. I’m just asking for prayers for everything to work out. In hindsight it always does, doesn’t it?