In the space of two weeks, I have:
– Been to see a gynaecologist due to weird MRI results, and told everything is fine, that they can give me a hysteroscopy if I want (just a camera check-up thing) but I said if it’s not totes necessary, don’t bother
– Gone to A&E like my GP and some random consultant told me to if my abscess came back, only to be told by a rather stern doctor that I actually will need surgery to have the thing removed for good and that it’s an unpleasant operation, and given even more antibiotics that make me feel crap
– Had a letter from gynaecologist now saying he has been reading up on Lynch syndrome and he is sending me for a hysteroscopy after all just to be on the safe side because of the risk of endometrial cancer
– Been waiting for my usual gastroscopy and sigmoidoscopy appointments to come through as they do at this time of year
I am trying not to think about it too much so this is a short blog post and I might post another one at the weekend when I’ve finished my antibiotics and can get absolutely smashed. I have talked to like two people about it in depth and that’ll do for now. If people don’t know about everything going on already it’s just a whole rigmarole telling people. Confiding is a selective process, for sure. So, anyway. I have not been feeling like I’m coping, particularly. I mean, I am, but I feel like I can’t. It’s too much. But to look at, I’m probably totally fine. I just don’t feel like myself while this is all going on because it all gets so big there’s not much room for me. And two of the things are just checkups so it might sound, and sometimes feel, like I’m overreacting. It’s just a lot to deal with.
Anyway, I’m just trying to distract myself where I can but also talk about it if I need to. Maybe it’s a bit of a balancing act. More to follow at the weekend, maybe.