Ah haz holes in mah belleh
And they is all hurty. However, all went well yesterday. The nursing staff was super nice, which made it all far less scary. Bless you, nurses of the world. And my new buddy oxyco.done is a true friend. Mr. Bunny is an A+ caregiver–so sweet and attentive and funny. Right before I was taken into the OR he said, I told them to put a little something extra in there as a surprise for you. Some might find this creepy or mean, but it cracked me up. So if my next ultrasound reveals a toaster, I’ll be super excited.
I won’t know the full story until I meet with my RE, but Mr. Bunny’s post-op report (with pictures!) suggests the news is better than I expected. Most importantly, there’s no endometriosis. This is what I feared the most, since it seems so impossible to get rid of and so terrifying. I’ve known since I first met with the RE that I have some surprisingly large fibriods, but since my HSG was clear, the RE didn’t think they were the issue. After the IUIs didn’t work despite our good numbers, he became more suspicious, and gave us the choice of doing the lap or going directly to a myomectomy (fibriod [myoma] removal). We choose the more conservative path even though he said there was about a 60% chance I’d need the myomectomy after the lap.
Now it appears that one fibroid is probably interfering with egg pickup from my left ovary, while a cyst was probably interfering with pickup from my right ovary. The cyst was removed, and it looks like I’m back to IUI. No myomectomy at this stage! I’m really pleased.
Of course, I’ve read enough people’s stories to know that this does not mean I’ll be pregnant any time soon. A good prognosis can still result in months and months of nothing at all, but at least I can enjoy the prospect of not having another surgery in my immediate future. ‘Cause one was enough for now.