AUGUST 1999: I remember going in for surgery and not really knowing what to think. I just hoped and prayed that they would be able to find and fix what the problem was. The surgery ended up to be rather short. and my mom claimed that she didn't even have time to eat breakfast. I remember waking up in the recovery room very very drowsy and the nurse talking to me and telling me that my surgery went well. The nurse showed me the glossy picture of my ovaries and uterus. When I think back on it I can't even remember what she told me about it, and I don't even remember what it looked like. I was just too drugged up to understand. Now I know that I was supposed to get that copy, but to this day it is lost. Who would want to steal a picture of my uterus?
Once out of the recovery room the doctor came by (or maybe she called?) and told me that my surgery was normal. That my ovaries looked nice and healthy, and found no trace of Endometriosis in there. I left the hospital confused and disapointed about the news. I wondered if I now had to beleive that the pain is all in my head after all. I was disaponted when the pain wore off from the surgery and the pain I had the surgery for was still there.
At this point I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to do. I went in for my post-op appointment dazed and confused. During my Post-Op appointment my doctor mentioned to me that my uterus looked "boggy" which may actually conclude that I have Adenomyosis. She quickly brushed it off as if it were nothing to worry about. She suggested that Depo Provera is the best treatment for this, and that she will send a nurse in to do the shot if that was ok with me. From what she explained it seemed like a good option for whatever it was she said I had. So a couple minutes later they gave me a shot in my butt, made me wait 15 minutes in case I had a severe reaction to it and sent me on my way. When I walked out of there I couldn't even remember what she told me was wrong with me. I think it started with an A...
I ended up calling the doctors office later that afternoon and made one of the nurses look up in my chart what the doctor told me I had. I think I made her spell it three different times just to make sure I had it right. This is when I began to research what Adenomyosis is and realized that it was a little more serious than my doctor made it out to be. This was the beginning of my battle.
