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kindkitI got my MRI results back, and as far as I can tell from googling all the medical terms (and the fact that I haven't gotten a call from my healthcare provider saying to come in immediately) I don't have cancer. I'm relieved, obviously, or at least as relieved as I can be when nobody has actually said, "Hey, you're fine." It's not fine, but it's not life-threatening or urgent.
More on the not-fine-ness under the cut. Includes reproductive anatomy, but nothing TMI, I think.
The MRI revealed a fuckton of non-urgent issues: multiple uterine fibroids, a possible/developing adenomyoma (another kind of uterine growth, different from fibroids in ways I don't fully understand), a large (3.3 cm) cyst on one ovary and a smaller "simple" cyst on the other.
I haven't talked to a doctor yet about any of this (my primary care doctor left the practice at the end of April, and I haven't met my new doctor yet). My reactions are as follows:
1) Well, fuck. Am I going to have to have surgery? (I have no intrinsic objection to getting rid of these organs, but I've been saving up my PTO and money to try and get top surgery.)
2) Some of this is stuff that should have gone away at menopause. I know from blood tests that taking testosterone has also caused my estrogen levels to rise a bit (not much, but . . . ). Are they going to try to take my HRT away?
I don't think so, because both Old Doctor and New Doctor treat a lot of trans patients so they're not going to be shitty, but it's worrying.
3) It's sort of gratifying to know that all those problems I had with my periods for GODDAMN DECADES were real, and not just me being a wimp. (I mean, I knew that, because back in 2011 I was so anemic from heavy period bleeding that I had to have a transfusion. But self-doubt is a bitch.)
4) I never wanted children, and at this point I will certainly never have any. But it's still kind of weird to know that I might not have been able to, since fibroids and cysts etc. are linked to fertility issues.
5) Not cancer. Not cancer. Not cancer.
So, in non-medical good news, the city moved my bus stop back to where it used to be, hooray! I was expecting the construction to go on all summer at least. It saves me close to ten minutes' walking each way, which doesn't sound like much, but which a lot of days was definitely TOO MUCH. (Partly because the route to the original bus stop mostly skirts the riverside park, which is pretty pleasant and only requires crossing a couple of streets. The route to the replacement stop ran along one of the town's main roads, with many street crossings and many drivers who neither look nor slow down before they turn. I almost got hit multiple times in just a couple of months.)
Between these two developments, I no longer feel quite so much like the last straw is incoming.
I've been reading a bit. Seeing the trailer for the Murderbot TV show made me decide to try the books again--previously I read the first two and lost interest. I still think the first book is by far the strongest, while the later ones get repetitive and wish-fulfillment-y. But I enjoyed them well enough and I'm looking forward to watching the show.
Most recently I read Freya Marske's romantasy Sword Crossed, and liked everything about it, in a popcorn sort of way, except the central romance, which irritated me intensely. But the worldbuilding is fun, and I like that it's a fantasy focused on trade and economics rather than swords and dragons.
New series of Taskmaster begins soon! Normally I would hate the idea of an American guest, but Jason Mantzoukas is so weird that I think he'll be great.
And finally: if you had asked me ten years ago who would turn out to be a better LGBTQ ally, J K Rowling or Robert de Niro, I would certainly have guessed wrong.
ETA: And my hearing seems to have recovered from the MRI. It took a couple of days, though.
More on the not-fine-ness under the cut. Includes reproductive anatomy, but nothing TMI, I think.
The MRI revealed a fuckton of non-urgent issues: multiple uterine fibroids, a possible/developing adenomyoma (another kind of uterine growth, different from fibroids in ways I don't fully understand), a large (3.3 cm) cyst on one ovary and a smaller "simple" cyst on the other.
I haven't talked to a doctor yet about any of this (my primary care doctor left the practice at the end of April, and I haven't met my new doctor yet). My reactions are as follows:
1) Well, fuck. Am I going to have to have surgery? (I have no intrinsic objection to getting rid of these organs, but I've been saving up my PTO and money to try and get top surgery.)
2) Some of this is stuff that should have gone away at menopause. I know from blood tests that taking testosterone has also caused my estrogen levels to rise a bit (not much, but . . . ). Are they going to try to take my HRT away?
I don't think so, because both Old Doctor and New Doctor treat a lot of trans patients so they're not going to be shitty, but it's worrying.
3) It's sort of gratifying to know that all those problems I had with my periods for GODDAMN DECADES were real, and not just me being a wimp. (I mean, I knew that, because back in 2011 I was so anemic from heavy period bleeding that I had to have a transfusion. But self-doubt is a bitch.)
4) I never wanted children, and at this point I will certainly never have any. But it's still kind of weird to know that I might not have been able to, since fibroids and cysts etc. are linked to fertility issues.
5) Not cancer. Not cancer. Not cancer.
So, in non-medical good news, the city moved my bus stop back to where it used to be, hooray! I was expecting the construction to go on all summer at least. It saves me close to ten minutes' walking each way, which doesn't sound like much, but which a lot of days was definitely TOO MUCH. (Partly because the route to the original bus stop mostly skirts the riverside park, which is pretty pleasant and only requires crossing a couple of streets. The route to the replacement stop ran along one of the town's main roads, with many street crossings and many drivers who neither look nor slow down before they turn. I almost got hit multiple times in just a couple of months.)
Between these two developments, I no longer feel quite so much like the last straw is incoming.
I've been reading a bit. Seeing the trailer for the Murderbot TV show made me decide to try the books again--previously I read the first two and lost interest. I still think the first book is by far the strongest, while the later ones get repetitive and wish-fulfillment-y. But I enjoyed them well enough and I'm looking forward to watching the show.
Most recently I read Freya Marske's romantasy Sword Crossed, and liked everything about it, in a popcorn sort of way, except the central romance, which irritated me intensely. But the worldbuilding is fun, and I like that it's a fantasy focused on trade and economics rather than swords and dragons.
New series of Taskmaster begins soon! Normally I would hate the idea of an American guest, but Jason Mantzoukas is so weird that I think he'll be great.
And finally: if you had asked me ten years ago who would turn out to be a better LGBTQ ally, J K Rowling or Robert de Niro, I would certainly have guessed wrong.
ETA: And my hearing seems to have recovered from the MRI. It took a couple of days, though.
