In 2009 I went for my yearly pap exam. It was a day like any other. I went every year and was very vigilant about my health. After my exam I went home and awaited the post card that always came in the week to follow, telling me I was all clear and see you next year! Instead, I got a call and was asked to come in and discuss my results. I knew it wasn’t good. I was scared.
My gyno told me that I had stage 3 cervical dysplasia caused by HPV. I was shocked. I didn’t even know what that meant! I was confused, especially when she said I had “pre-cancerous” cervical cells. Wow. The “C” word. Now what? After her explanation that this was in fact GOOD news, and very treatable, she scheduled an appointment for a LEEP procedure to remove the cells.
The procedure was painful, but I was happy when they said all went well and I would have to come back for a follow up in six months. Unfortunately when I went for my follow up, I had another abnormal pap and had to have a cone biopsy done in 2010. Everything was fine with that too. And after that I had two clear paps before I got pregnant with my daughter in 2012.
She was born in September that year and it was a picture perfect pregnancy and delivery. I was on birth control after she was born and hated all the horrific side effects I was dealing with. My husband and I decided we didn’t want anymore children anyway and he had a vasectomy in February of this year. Unfortunately, my periods have been irregular and heavy. I went to my gyno last week to see what we can do about it. Se did a pap, blood work, and ordered an ultrasound. My pap hasn’t come back yet, but my blood work was good. My ultrasound didn’t look how I thought. I have a “spot” on my cervix and my ovaries are enlarged and covered in cysts. I don’t go to my gyno for my follow up for another 10 days. I’m scared. But whatever God sees me to, he will see me through. I know that whatever happens I am stronger than it, and will Fight Like A Girl to get through it.
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.