She was powerful, not because she wasn’t scared but because she went on so strongly, despite the fear. 💕
This week has been yet again, another tough week. I have an appointment this week with the OB to have my IUD taken out and replaced with a new one.
Usually a simple, yet bit uncomfortable procedure to get through.
Well, I showed up at the hospital when the Dr, first tried to discuss having the IUD removed in another year as she didn’t think it needed to come out. I mentioned since I was already on scene, we mind as well do it.
It’s a good I pushed for it.
If I hadn’t she would have never found it.
The Dr, while preforming the routine procedure stopped her work within 5 seconds of seeing within my uterus.
She immediately changed her tone. And the nurse on hand changed tools quickly. The Dr mentioned she wasn’t going to be able to remove it during this particular visit.
Scared.. I asked her “Is there something wrong?”
She told me that she instead needed to take a biopsy. She’s 85% sure I have cervical cancer. Her estimate is the size of a golf ball. So she took the required samples, and now I wait.
Waiting for results can be painful. The anxiety I’m feeling is very real. Each minute seems like an eternity.
I cross my fingers and pray to God that things will change this week. That the golf ball size lump they found is actually not cancerous. I’m scared, but I’m going to be strong. Strong for me, strong for the girls and strong for Jon.
They all need me, just as much as I need them.