Just when it looked like Wednesday was pulling away with the craptastic title, Thursday has dipped its glass-filled hands in foul smelling tar and appears ready for another round. Yep, we’ve got a good old fashion bruiser on our hands. But it’s not what – or who – you think. To sprinkle drama into an otherwise lackluster day, Erin visited the doctor this morning with stomach pain. Feeling left out, Erin’s little ovaries have been kicking up a fuss, and leaving her doubled over in pain in the process. We’re awaiting the results on whether she has fibroids or an ovarian cyst or simply a mystery pain. That’s what you get for putting baby in the corner…literally.
Though painful, fibroids et al are relatively common, especially for our family. That special predisposition has passed on to us like premature graying. Diane and I have both struggled with painful cysts. In fact, Erin was our fallback just in the event our baby making machines went kaput. Though surgery is sometimes needed to remove larger ovarian cysts -- Mom underwent an oophorectomy (removal of the ovaries) a few years back to remove large cysts on her ovaries -- most cysts simply reabsorb. We’re keeping our fingers crossed that that’s the case.
The fact that they are more or less common is beside the point. Why now? Why, in the midst of everything else, must Erin also deal with hyperactive ovaries? Really, people. Our shoulders were on the mat a long time ago. No need for the extra ‘facebuster’ and ‘moonsault’…show offs. -- J
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