WARNING: The following post deals with issues of the female reproductive cycle. Sorry to even mention it, but this is my blog and I get to write about what's on my mind, and this is definitely on my mind right now. Do not read if it is a topic that makes you queasy.
I have always suffered from heavy menstrual periods, and didn't think much about it. After all, it was the normal state of things for me.
But after discovering that I had severe anemia and two uterine fibroid tumors the size of grapefruits, my doctor thought otherwise. We decided to try to shrink them with a procedure called uterine fibroid embolization.
That was back in November. At the time, the radiologist warned me that my periods might be a little bit wonky for a while... and that the procedure could even kick me into menopause.
At my age (53), that didn't seem like a bad idea. And when November and December passed without a visit from my little friend, I was feeling pretty good about it.
Then, on New Year's Eve, I started spotting.
By the time we passed through Las Vegas, the spotting had increased to the point where I needed to find me some feminine hygiene. It was still way lighter than I'm used to, so I didn't think twice about it.
Yesterday, that light spotting turned into a hemorrhage. I'm going through SuperPlus size Tampax at the rate of one per hour. A box that was full yesterday is almost empty.
I am hopeful that this is just a result of uterine buildup after skipping a couple of months. My biggest fear is that the doctors will decide that the UFE didn't do what it was supposed to do... and then the hysterectomy I tried to avoid will be a reality after all.
I guess we'll just have to see what happens NEXT month.
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