If you know me personally, you probably know that I've been complaining for some time of an abnormality in my abdomen. Even though I've lost roughly 60 pounds from my highest-ever weight, my stomach is still large and round and looks like I'm six months pregnant. Plus, when I push on my stomach, it's really hard to the touch.
After a lot of false starts and failures, I finally got a referral to a doctor who listened to my concerns. At the very beginning of his examination, he placed his hand on my stomach and promptly said, "You've got fibroids." At last! I know it's weird to be happy about that, but I feel vindicated, that this wasn't just me playing the hypochondriac card.
Today I went back to my doctor's office for an ultrasound, and I saw this big dark spot in the middle of the screen. I asked the tech if it was a fibroid, and she did a little half-laugh and said, "I can't tell you that."
So I said, "Well, can you answer a question? That's not a big empty space in my stomach, is it?"
Another almost giggle, and, "No, it's not."
I don't know what the scale is of what I was seeing on the screen, but the size of the big dark spot was somewhere between grapefruit and cantaloupe, with several smaller spots ranging from plum to lime. I have another appointment later this week, where the doctor will tell me the results of this ultrasound. I really hope that if these are fibroids (and ovarian cysts), they can be removed so I will stop looking like I'm trying to shoplift a bowling ball.
I have immense faith that this is all going to turn out well, but I would still appreciate it if all of you would keep me in your prayers. I'll let you know what the doctor says later this week.