Right now I am angry -- because when I first started having mild pains in my lower abodmen, I went to my company's doctor. She sent me off without any ultrasound or any follow-up; said it was just -- one of those things that happen. F**K.
I didn't trust her, so I scheduled a check-up with ultrasound today. I have hoped it would be quick -- that I could just dive in and out before lunch and go for an afternoon yoga class. Nope. No such luck.
My paranoia was unfortunately proven correct: the ultrasound revealed a dermoid cyst about 7.3 cm (or about 2.87 inches). I spent several hours trying not to panic and trying to schedule a laparoscopy for the first week of April. What is scary is that there is a lot of unknown factors in the equation. And right now I am filling up the forms for my appointment with the Medical Social Worker for subsidy on my surgery. But as there was no referral from my company doctor, I suspect I might not qualify for the subsidy -- and that means some hefty bills.
What a way to spend my birthday, worrying about surgery.
But in a way, I am so glad I did not trust that company doctor. Otherwise, I would not have known about the cyst.