I haven’t written in a while because I have been so busy adjusting to mommy life and trying to finish up my masters program. Yes mom life, if you haven’t heard already we do have a child in our care now.
SOOOO much has happened since I have last written that I will be writing multiple blog post to get caught up. With that being said there are many things that I will not be disclosing due to foster care laws and for the safety of our foster son and family, please respect the barriers that I place and wish not to discuss.
I know there is a lot that has happened in our journey of adoption and I will discuss that in future post but there also has been new information in our journey of conception. In the previous post, Conception by the Grace of God…and modern Medicine, I stated that I started taking fertility medication in February.
On April 13, I went in for a follow up appointment. I had just finished my third cycle of 50mg of Clomid. As my fertile week approached my Doctor wanted me to come in the following week for an ultrasound. During the ultrasound they wanted to look at the ovary to see how it was responding to the medication and look at the follicles the ovary was producing. As I went into the ultrasound room 6 days later I was excited to see the follicles my ovary was producing and where it might lead during this month of trying to conceive. I was anticipating great news since other than some ovulation pain everything seemed to be going well, yet I was about to get news that I was completely not expecting nor was I prepared for.
Laying on the examination table as the cold gel and tool roll across my abdomen, I looked at the screen as the technician took stills of the images shown. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at exactly but having been in the position of having an ultrasound done multiple times before, I knew what to pay attention to so I could gauge if anything was wrong. In the past all technicians seem to give off the same clues, focusing on one area, taking a lot of images, their body language tenses up and they become quiet. This technician showed none of those clues I have experienced before.
Still anxious, she asked me questions, questions about my previous surgeries, how long I have been on the medication and how long my husband and I have been trying to conceive. As she asked me questions I stared at the screen, trying to look for any clues, good or bad, as to what I was looking at. Using the phrases she typed I tried to decode what the images were of since, to me, it just looked like a bunch of white and back blobs.
Just then she told me she was just about done and I would clean up and go to the bathroom as she was going to preform the vaginal ultrasound next and she had to talk to some other doctors about the ultrasound that were present since mine was out of the office preforming surgeries. She said “you have a pretty significant cyst that I want to run past the doctors”
As she said that I thought “really? I’ve had ‘pretty significant cyst’ in the past that were 9-10cm (about the size of a grapefruit) and I was in so much pain. It can’t be that big because I haven’t felt that kind of pain on a regular basis” Instead I said, “can you tell me the size of the cyst or do I have to wait to talk to the Doctor?” She looked at me and stated “Its 23.5cm in length” and continued to show me the cyst in comparison to the the uterus. As I tried to focus on what she was saying and showing me all I kept thinking was “23.5?!?!?! WTF! How? How can I not feel it right now? How is my body failing at what it should be doing? I’ve had multiple cyst in the past and I was told to never let a cyst get that large again. This one is almost 2.5x the size. How could I have let it get that large? I am failing to listen to my own body.”
During the next ultrasound she explained that due to the cyst being so large she was not able to find my ovary nor was she able to see where it was connected to but considering my past assumed it was attached to my ovary. As I left she stated that the other doctors advised not do anything that would cause conception since pregnancy is not in the best interest of my body right now. Since my appointment was so late I was not able to schedule an appointment. She wanted me to call the following day to get into see the doctor as soon as possible but if anything changed in my pain I should go the the ER right away!
As I sat there in my car bawling as I began diving off I became angry. I was angry at myself, angry at my body and yes, even angry with god. It had been almost 12 years since my last cyst, “why one now? Why can’t my body just do what it is suppose to do? Why have I failed to feel it or listen to the things I have felt and chucked it up to something else? Why am I being put through this for the 7th time? Come on God?!?! What the Hell!?!?!
Then I took a deep breath and reminded my self all the blessing he has given me. Out of every trial in my life beautiful things have happened and come out of it. It really is all in his plan. With the size this cyst is, it had to have been formed before I started the clomid and I thought about what a blessing it is that they were able to find this before I conceived! My trust is in Him.
The following day I received a call from my doctor. As he went over my results from the ultra sound he verified everything that the technician had told me. He stated that he was comfortable with me keeping the Monday morning appointment, he was preforming surgeries most of the rest of the day. He also stated that the cyst was too large to turn to cut off blood circulation so he was ok with waiting over the weekend to see me but we would probably be moving fast because of how massive it is. He stated not only was it 23.5 cm in length it was 21 cm wide and 11 cm deep. In shock I said “so your are telling me that it is roughly 9x8x4 inches? That is not the news I wanted to hear coming out of this ultrasound!” He replied “I know kiddo, and its not the news I wanted to tell you. But we are going to go in and get this taken care of. I will do everything I can to ensure you are able to pick back up to start trying soon.”
My faith is in him, if he can save my life at 16 and has been able treat me as family for almost two decades I know I am in good hands. And the hands of the lord. I do not know where this will take me on our journey of conception, but I do know that he has already laid out my path and will give me strength every step of the way through it. Thank you to all those that have continued to reach out about both our conception and adoption journey. Your support means a lot to us!