A test from God...

I have put off blogging about this experience until now because I have been filled with such emotion regarding it. Last month when I went in for my yearly woman exam I told my doctor about my bad cramps (something every woman can realte too) and how my abdomen was sore for a week afterwards. He gave me some medicine for pain/cramps and said if the meds didn't work to call back and he would schedule a diagnostic laparoscopy because I might have endemetriosis. Well that sounded like a plan to me. Then comes last monday when I start my cycle and the pain. I took the meds I was given and they seemed to help some. Bobby and I decided to have a date night and I called my BFF Dawn to come babysit. During dinner I started having some more pain and I brushed it off thinking my meds were wearing off and I would take more when we got home. At Cinemark we sat in the first row going up so I could put my feet up and relax hoping to help some of the pain. This worked until the movie was over and I stood up. That is when the pain hit me. I slowly made my way out to the truck and climbed in. On the way home I knew this was not my regular pain and didn't know what else it could be. By the time we reached the front door I was in a lot of paina dnwent in to take some vicodine and a muscle relaxer to take some of the edge off the pain. I know from experience that a hot shower helps relax me so I figured what the heck lets try that. Not a good idea, when Bobby helped me out of the shower the pain had doubled. I called my 2nd mom Sheila who is an OB/Gyn nurse and asked her what I should do. She told me to head to the Emergency Room. After sitting at the ER for 6 hours and having 2 ultrasounds and a shot of pain meds in the butt they sent me home with a prescription and a diagnosis of pelvic pain. When I called my OB the next day to schedule a follow-up and fin out what was going on I found out he was out of the country for the week. I made an appointment for the following monday and the nurse told me she would look up my chart from the ER and call me back to let me know what the ultrasound said. When she told me the ultrasound showed cysts I was in shock. That is not what I was expecting. I waited patiently until the next monday to get in to see the doctor. The when my appointment came he told me I still have 2 large cysts on my ovaries. One is 7cm in diameter and the other is slightly smaller. His plan of attack is to wait 2 weeks and do a follow-up ultrasound to see if they are resolving on their own. If not then we will do a laparoscopy to drain them or see if they need to be removed. I held it together until half way home. I had to stop at my Aunt Tracy's house because I needed a shoulder to cry on. She kept telling me we have to believe that they will go away on their own and that the Lord will help you through this. I hope so