My Hysterectomy Story: The Third Appointment

At this point in my Hysterectomy Story, I had been to the OB/GYN twice (visit 1, visit 2) and the ER once in a matter of 3 weeks.  I was weary of the visits and was ready to make some decisions, but not really quite ready to face the reality of my situation which was to have a hysterectomy.

Patrick came to my third appointment with me.  I knew that we’d be talking surgery and my options for that and I really wanted his support.  We got a babysitter for the kids and he was by my side.

We waited for about 20 minutes in the waiting room and then once we got back to the exam room, we waited for almost another hour, which was highly frustrating.  When my doctor finally arrived, she told me that she had received my records from my former OB/GYN and my fibroids had more than doubled since 2009 and she was concerned about that.  

She told me that when fibroids grow rapidly, they can be cancerous.  Since she didn’t know how fast they had grown, since we had no record of the size except for 2009 (they were about 4cm) and 2015 (the sonographer saw at least 3 fibroids, ranging in sizes from 4cm to 10cm).  

She said she didn’t want to take any chances on my case.  She wanted me to go through an MRI and schedule me for an abdominal hysterectomy to take place at the downtown Greenville hospital campus rather than the hospital in Greer, which is the hospital we live close to and the hospital she was associated with.  She wanted to do the surgery at the downtown campus because they had a gynecological oncologist on call, which she wanted to have because of the chances I could have of cancer. She started talking about everything she wanted to remove in the surgery (cervix, uterus, fallopian tubes, keeping the ovaries) and how she would remove it (about a 10+cm horizontal incision on the lower abdomen).  She seemed to be filled with caution about my situation, which didn’t relieve any fear I had. And the dreaded cancer possibility started to weigh on me.

I was feeling really uneasy about all the news I was receiving.  After previously exploring my options, I knew a hysterectomy was the best course of action, but I didn’t realize my case was going to be a concern for cancer.  I left that appointment with a surgery date, Monday, February 8, 2016, about 6 weeks away, and mounting anxiety of what was to come.


  • There was a sitter available to watch the kids so Patrick could come with me to the doctor
(Sorry, but there is not much other good I can see in this situation...)

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