Another blah dayI promise that pretty soon I'll start writing about good stuff here. Really I will. It's just that...This is a my place to vent when I need to... And right now my need to vent supercedes my ability to think positively. Let me start by saying, I am very lucky to have a good doctor, whom I trust. As Kilgore Trout would say, I am unlucky to have booby-trapped genes. A few years ago, I had a potential diagnosis (which was wrong), then a surgery (which was helpful), that helped me re-evaluate my life. And step away from the board room. At the time, we believed that while my little surgery left me barren (not a big deal--we have two kids), it would solve my medical issues. A few months ago, it became clear that those problems were back. So I went to the doctor today, and I got not-so-surprising news. While they destroyed the lining of my uterus before, they left the thing itself there. My body really likes growing extra things. I now have two extra things where they should not be. In my uterus again? No. They took care of that. So now I have one ON TOP of my uterus, and another one on my cervix. For the next 10 days, I get to take very strong hormones. I did this before. It wasn't fun and my body didn't like it. (Cue a second minor surgery last time.) If it works, yea. All is done. If it doesn't, well, I go back in a month to re-examine my other surgical options. I told the doctor today, if the pills don't work, TAKE IT OUT. Screw this burn the problem area off stuff. Just take it. It doesn't work any more, and I have no use for it. So take it. In the mean time, I made the mistake of reading the drug insert. What does it say? "Used to prevent uterine cancer." Nice. Thanks! | 
