Looks like we'll be having a "Say Bye-Bye to My Baby-Maker!" party. We might have a bonfire in which we burn the crib.
That is, if the freaking doctor listens to me this time when I emphatically tell him (because god forbid I have a female GYN in this godforsaken excuse for a hospital) that I'm DONE with it and I'd rather surrender it before it eats me afuckinglive. Because apparently Mr. "I Burn My Margins Anyway" didn't do such a fucking good job this time.
Yes, my friends, the cells are still highly squamous and we have an appointment scheduled to determine the next step in two weeks. Then maybe two weeks after that we'll have something done about it (Happy Thanksgiving!) and then six weeks to recover (Merry Christmas!) and then we will bid SB farewell for a bit.
Peace is every step.
Peace is every step.
Peace is every step.
4 Whoops from the Posse:
keep us posted. wish i had words but i join you in your indignation and frustration.
Deep, deep sigh.
How incredibly frustrating! But may I just say, I had mine out at age 41, and HAVE NEVER MISSED IT FOR ONE MOMENT. Not one! I could list the benefits, but perhaps not here. Just know that whatever you need to do, you can do, and "knowing" you (online, at least), you will find the silver lining (instead of squamous cells)! Blessings to you, as always. xoxo
I'm so sorry the procedure didn't work. I wish this wasn't the best option, but it sure sounds like it is. I hope the doctor does listen to you, but if he doesn't, don't hesitate to go back to your PCM and tell them you need a new referral. I wish I would've done that right away, but it took me three months to grow the balls. Now I am really happy I did, because I really liked the doctor who saw me, and I think he's going to take good care of me. Don't forget you are the customer, and they work for you. Good luck. I love and miss you!
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