This is unsettling and heavy on "female" parts, so if you're squeamish, come back tonight for a funny post and a book giveaway.
On Monday, Mrs. G. started having stomach pain, but she just went on about her day with stomach pain. She's stoic like that.
We all know she's not, but let's just pretend to make her feel better about her overall being. Is that really too much to ask, people?
By Monday night, the pain was unbearable so Mr. G. drove her to the ER, where she spent the night while they tried to figure out what was wrong with her...beyond the obvious. On Tuesday, they discovered she has a cyst on her right ovary. Mrs. G. lost her left ovary to the same kind of cyst a few years ago. This time around, she's not freaked out about ovarian cancer, mainly because the last cyst was benign, so the chance that this same kind of cyst on her right ovary is malignant is very unlikely. What freaks her out is that if the pain doesn't stop in the next week or so, the chances are she will need to have this ovary removed and that will shoot her straight into menopause, the full meal deal. She fears this will lead to all kinds of trouble, mainly Mr. G. having to move out of the state house while her fake hormones are adjusted.
She jokes, but she is worried and would really like to hang on to her remaining ovary.
She should have some solid answers in the next two weeks and for the most part, she feels pretty decent.
Good thoughts are welcome.
I'm sure Mr. G. would welcome some as well.