Many women experience Fibroid tumors, an astounding 40% of all women have fibroids in their life time. It’s basically a nasty tumor that can wreak havoc on your uterus and other reproductive organs. I call them toxic trash cans.
For a while (3 years!) I have been dealing with some pretty scandalous sh*t with my fibroids. They started off as 3 small “grapes” as my former doctor described. I literally started bleeding out one day and didn’t stop for 5 months straight – that led to a DNC where they scrape the lining of your uterus. That helped for a month. Then the bleeding out came back. I say bleeding out because that’s what it was. Literally I could not leave my house and when I did I had to over self medicate on hormones to make the bleeding stop or slow down long enough for me to attend an event, speak to women or hang out with friends.
After about a year of hormones and accidents, I had a blood transfusion because I was losing more blood than my body could ever reproduce on its own. I was scared and really really didn’t want someones blood – but what choice did I have. My hemoglobin (blood count) was a 7. We need 12-16 to function normally – makes sense though – you need enough blood to travel through the entire body, head to toes, and in/out of organs to be alive. I was in danger. 2 pints of blood. This was March 2012.
I was put on a Sprintec-taper method and that worked for months, I was happy and the bleeding was under control…for a while. A taper is when they put you on birth control pills but you take them in a different way. Like 3 pills a day for so many days then 2 and so on until you just take one a day. Like I said it worked for a while. Then one day it just stopped and I began to deal with the bleeding out again.
In the midst of the doctors, pills, shot, Always pad stock and bleeding – I was dieting, eating more clean and organic, major reduction in processed (boxed, canned, bagged) foods and trying anything to get “healthy.” Then….in July I went to see a new doctor and the first day I saw her she admitted me into the hospital with a blood count of 5.1. Her exact words were “You need to come in right now or I’m afraid you’ll have a heart attack or stroke!” 5 pints of blood and a 8/12/13 Hysterectomy date. I had been fighting the thought of surgery, somewhere in me I really wanted to keep all my “female parts” and maybe even get pregnant. With all of the possible fertility issues I faced that was better than the fact that after this surgery it wouldn’t even be an option.
Below is me 9 hours after surgery. Yea yea, I know but I wanted to share while I was in the moment. Excuse how I look and sound in advance. Share this blog post with someone!
The white stuff is glue they put on the stitches to keep them in tact.
I said all that needs to be said in the videos but I’ll add, make the BEST choice for you and your life. Through all of this I remained faithful to my purpose, my work and my family. It was the hardest thing to go through. My husband is a true God send in my life. I would not have wanted to go through any of this without him.
To your most FABULOUS life,