I went in this morning for what I hope was my last scan in this chapter of our lives. I drank the water, and waited the hour, and saw the same tech who I’ve come to really like. She seemed standoffish at our first scan but we’ve figured her out and she’s warmed up to us.
As the rules are, she really can’t say anything. She did mention, though, that things are looking much better. No big thick vessels left. It seems like things have definitely improved. That being said, though, she didn’t say it was all gone. So we’ll see what the radiologist passes along to my doctor. I did see a mark, right in the centre of my uterus, on the screen. She mentioned that it didn’t have any “flow,” meaning it was stuck in place. Very casually, she said “Could be a scar, or a cyst…” So needless to say, I’m not feeling as “at ease” as I was hoping I would.
I’m doing my best not to jump to any conclusions. If there is something urgent or scary, I think my doctor would call me sooner than later. And if I don’t get a call for a day or two, then it can’t be that bad, right? But I am anticipating her call, obviously.
After my ultrasound, I got my blood taken, so I’ll likely hear back about that at the same time as my other results.
We spent the rest of the day running errands and getting small things accomplished. It doesn’t feel like we did much, but I got carsick towards the end and I can’t seem to shake of the nauseous feeling. I’m embarrassed to think I may have overdone it, even though I did so little. So now, I’m laying in bed, eating crackers, and taking a break. We shall see what (if anything) the evening holds.
Thanks so much to those of you who continue to check on me and show me love and concern. This has been an incredible time of learning for me, and realizing just how good we have it, even when it feels like so many important things are being taken away. We are SO incredibly blessed.