The Scan(dal)

OH THAT’S WHERE MY MARBLES HAVE BEEN HIDING.

After months of being told that all my symptoms were pretty much “in my head”, when the day of my scan came I was really nervous. Nervous that it would mean another rejection, the disappointment of not having any answers. I half expected to come out of  the scan having to lie to my family so they didn’t have me institutionalised. “There’s nothing wrong? The girl has gone crazy!” I even considered phoning to cancel. 

Fortunately/Unfortunately this was not the case. I do love being right. It’s just a shame that I was right about having a medical problem. Huff.

Because being a woman is SO much fun, the ultrasound technician suggested I had an internal scan, so she could see things more clearly. I don’t really feel shy about this sort of thing anymore; I was too busy deciding if I’d go full on naked or try and do the 1 leg out of the knicker removal trick. After nearly tripping and killing myself, I went naked. The best part is when the lady said “here’s your dignity cloth”, which happens to be a long bit of blue roll. Dignity? Yep, I left that outside with my handbag. Still, I’d rather have an internal than go to the dentist *ultimate fear*

I asked to have a look at the screen as she did the scan. My right ovary certainly did look like a bag of marbles.

I think it’s really important that you understand what they’re looking at, and make sure you ask lots of questions! Is it in both ovaries? How severe does it look? Is my uterus healthy? (to think of just a few...). These are important things that you have the right to know! Don’t be shy, don’t leave the hospital wishing that you had more information. You’re not wasting anyone’s time by taking an interest in your own health.

Lesson we’ve learnt?

TAKE CONTROL. ASK QUESTIONS.

Why not have a look?

(also, always make sure your bikini line is in tip top condition, just in case ;) )