I hope you all had a wonderful summer. Although I took a blog break, I’ve still been stalking everyone else’s blogs this summer and commenting here and there. I guess this post means that I’m back… for now!
Although I can point to a reason [endometriosis] for my thus-far lack of babies, my unexplained non-period bleeding persists. I’ve been blogging consistently about intermenstrual bleeding for two years now. I know you’re all bored stiff by it. So am I. I’ve visited umpteen docs in that time, none any better than the other, who’ve performed procedures (cauterization), run tests (biopsy), and cut me open (laparoscopy) to try fixing the issue.
No-go. Still, I bleed. Like clockwork, each doc unhelpfully informs me that, “It’s just your hormones,” “Nothing can be done,” or, my personal favorite, “You’ll have to find a way to learn to live with it” (like, what do you think I’ve been doing these past two years?!). None of these docs actually test my hormones, mind you. They just give me the same old canned answers out of, I don’t know what… noncommital laziness, perhaps?
This summer I visited my GP because my pelvic pain has been worsening and the bleeding is taking over my life. My GP (Dr. Cooper for today’s pseudonym) is a totally awesome chick, and visiting her is like chatting with a girlfriend who also just happens to be a super smart doctor. I had high hopes she could help.
After patiently listening to my side of things and asking well-thought questions, Dr. Cooper developed an attack plan: I’d have a much-needed updated pelvic ultrasound and my hormones thoroughly tested. After reviewing my results and some careful cogitation, she’d refer me to another doc worth their salt. I liked her plan: simple, yet effective. The prospect of answers and relief was very enticing.
Other than showing that I have a uterine fibroid, my ultrasound was unremarkable. Same with my blood work. All was in order, save that my Sex Hormone Binding Globulin Serum (or “Sex Goblin” as Jake and I like to call it) was off the charts because of my still-uncontrolled thyroid. Much as I’d like to blame him, my misbehaving Sex Goblin isn’t responsible for all this bleeding and pain.
To my dismay, Dr. Cooper referred me to Dr. B. Yes, the very same Dr. B. whom I long-ago fired because he had the personality of a potato. Aaaand the same Dr. B who also no longer practices medicine; I guess Dr. Cooper missed that part of the story. Another dead end.
Still, I bleed. Unresolved. It’s slowly driving me crazy. And isn’t that the worst way to go?
White. flag. waved.