Some of you may remember me from a while ago. As you can see I joined BandB in 2007, at which time I was 45 and TTC #1 (just did'nt meet my Mr. Right until then, hence the delay).
We tried for the best part of 3 years and I decided to call it a day then, as I grew more worried about my age and all the things that enter your head when you think about being "too old" to have children and/or raising them.
So, my point here is that during my last cervical smear test, the nurse found a polyp on my cervix and told me that I should have it removed. I was referred for the first time in my life to a gynachologist, which I realised on arrival at the hospital was something I found quite daunting. I started to worry the moment I set foot in my car to drive to the hospital and by the time I got there, I was close to tears walking past all the signs for "New Born and Neonatal Care". I could only see the pregnant women, their beautiful bumps, radiant faces, holding hands with their partners, small children linking on to their parents. I actually felt like a failure. I was sure they were all looking at me out of the corner of their eye so I imagined myself as a visitor to the Centre, rather than a patient. I sat down, opened my laptop and concentrated on my work, blanking out the happy couples sitting around me. If the truth be known, I felt
old, past child bearing age and a failure. This isn't like me by the way, I am normally a really positive person, but I guess not having children is my achilles heel at the moment and a few things that have happened in recent weeks have made me feel this way.
The first was work. I work in a predominently male environment with a few younger women who quite simply would not be the right people for me to talk to about health issues as they are a little too young. I have no friends of my own age who live near me to talk to and my closest friends who do live nearby are currently pregnant. I guess that could be problem number 1 but this is the first time I have admitted to that. Anyway, I recently had an upset at work where my boss acted in such an unfair way towards me, I lost a bit of confidence and ended up a snivelling mess ... not a good thing in my working World as it seemed all the men ran into their corners and ignored me. I had to spend two days with no makeup on as I had cried the lot off and hadn't brought any back-up. Brilliant! You would think I'd haven't learnt the first time it happened. One of my bosses mentioned my hormone levels and my age and although I know I could haul him over the coals for this, I really don't want to highlight my plight with the rest of the company. He actually suggested I speak to a counsellor, telling me that he too has suffered "a mental illness" followed with the words "you are ill". I kid you not!
Now, you would wonder how his words affected me and think they could have been crushing. Nope, not me. They seemed to act like a slap in the face that I needed and made me look at him with pity. What an idiot! I did however make an appointment with my doctor to see what he thought. I explained to my doctor that work was very stressful at the moment. I told him that my boss was having what he termed "a shake-up" with our team and swapping people around. Although this seems to be just ME as I am the only one adversely effected. Everyone else has been given what they want and I have taken a £300 paycut, lost my supervisory capacity and put on a team of brand-new people, rather than working with other experienced team members. This basically means I will be training them without additional pay (I have this qualification and the bosses know it). Oh, and before you ask, aparently they CAN do this.
I also told my doctor about them telling me I was ill, to which he laughed. Even my doctor could see that they were stepping well out of line and he just looked at me with an exasperated expression when I told them about them mentioning my age and hormone levels. They were hinting that I was going through the menopause. So, I asked my doctor for another set of blood tests to test for everying, glucose, hcG, iron deficiency, mad cow disease
............... and guess what? I'm fine. In fact better than fine because this time my hcG showed a fantastically low number of 8. They had been 11 before which is considered perimenopausal. My mood swings my doctor reckons is because I was upset at what my bosses were doing and it took over 2 months for the changes in work to be implemented. I had to work out a 56 day notice period in my original position, so there had been a big build up to the change with me feeling more and more helpless that I could do a damn thing about it.
But, hcG of 8, made me feel good. It also made me wonder if I should have kept TTC for a while longer because I am not really advanced perimenopausal yet. My doctor reckons it could take me another 10 years to come through the menopause altogether.
So, back to the hospital (apologies for the massive sidetrack). I settled down after a bit and noticed the reality of the women sitting around me. They were all ages, there was one girl who looked no more than 14 and a few much older ladies, who were sporting grey hair and an air of elderly confidence. I started to wonder what they were there for and felt a lot better about my little polp. I asked the gynacologist and the nurse if they though the polyp could have stopped me getting pregnant before. The long and the short of it is that they couldn't tell me because it is impossible to say how long it had been there. My last cervical smear test was 3 years ago and it wasn't there then, but it could have developed any time. They were also unsure as to whether a polyp in this position would stop sperm reaching the uterus ... so, no answers there I guess.
The procedure of having it removed was simple. Polyps have no nerve endings, so you can't feel them being removed. The first doctor didn't feel she could remove it, so told me that I would have to have a general anesthetic and a camera (somethingscope) inserted to look at the lining of the uterous for other abnormalities and have it and/or others removed at that time. She said they were send anything away for analysis afterwards to check for cancer. Cool! I thought. No, I actually thought 'holy sh*t'. She went off to discuss it with the Consultant, who came into the room and removed it herself. It took seconds to remove and the relief I now feel is everlasting. No general anesthetic and no polyp. It was about the size of a small short fingernal and it will get sent off for analysis.
I came home from the hospital to find a letter waiting with the result of my smear test. All good. So am hopeful for a good result from the little polyp that's been sent away.
In summary:
(1) I am no longer stressed at work. I am not going insane and my hormones are a lot more balanced than I thought.
(2) My bosses are idiots and my new job is just OK (but that's better than awful). It's not what I want but there is scope to move in the future so I am making the most of the experience.
(3) My smear test result is perfect.
(4) My polyp has been removed.
My advice:
To all you ladies over 35 who are TTC, if you can, ask your doctor to refer you to a gynachologist for a check-up. It wasn't offered to me and I did ask, but it wasn't an option. I think if you press for it, you should be able to get it. Time is really precious when you are over 40 I think and I am sorry I didn't get looked after a bit better for the 3 years we tried. I still feel a sense of loss and part of me believes I could have got pregnant.
Tish
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for all you wonderful ladies.