Monday, January 13, 2014
New Year's Resolutions
December 31st, 2013
While most pop champagne and share ruddy cheeked kisses, I sit on the couch running my fingers along my belly. No outward sign of the abnormality I know is there. No rippled skin. No hard place. No indentation or bulge.
Nothing to announce the presence under my skin except for a phone call and a hunch, "mass, right ovary, abnormal, cyst, large, specialist." A string of words I arrange and rearrange as the clock ticks. As the new year slams into me.
And I can't help but wonder what's really there among the old spent cells, among the blood and viscera of my sex. Is it the story of my mother? The unwanted glances, missed opportunities, and regrets of my youth? Or is it newer? Maternal ambivalence, over-striving, and always measuring myself up short?
What has grown, but then been discarded?
The doctor says it's just endometrial tissue. But I know it must be something more. Why else would my body turn against me? Why else would it threaten my fertility?
January 10th, 2014
Treatment for endometrioma
Endometrioma and ovarian cancer
Can I have babies
Will I die
I'm tired of not talking about this. Of saying, "it's nothing," "millions of women," "no big deal."
There's a golf ball sized growth in my ovary, and the blood work doesn't come back until next week. I'm tired, and full of too many thoughts.
I need to say, "this hurts," "I'm scared," "please pray."