Entry taken from previous document of my experiences
May 2003, I went on vacation with my parents and their seniors group to Canada. That’s my first recollection of its start. I couldn’t even go out with the group on the boat tour on the St. Lawrence River. I felt too bad. We were supposed to leave on the bus the next day headed back to their home and my parents and I thought, “ How in the world am I going to make it back on this bus?” My dad even asked me about going to an urgent care. I said “Here in Canada Dad? Where are we going to find one?”
My back, behind and rectal area were killing me. I couldn’t have a bowel movement, I couldn’t urinate, and on top of all that … my period was on. It was awful. After trying numerous things, I finally found some relief by sitting in a tub of hot water. I could finally urinate. Yep, that’s right, I urinated right there in the bath water and sat right there in it as I continued to get some relief. After that, I was finally able to get to sleep.
My parents and I agreed that I could not go through another period like this. When I got back to my home in the Washington DC area, I contacted my gynecologist. I had my women’s wellness exam (pap smear and breast exam) and told her of my problem. I had gotten off my birth control pills November/December 2002 (I started taking them around 1985 to control the irregularity and heavy bleeding) and thought that maybe I was suffering from some type of withdrawal symptoms.
The following months did not seem as bad as May had been for me. But it seems like late summer or early fall, my symptoms kicked back up. My gynecologist referred me to doctors in the areas of urology and gastroenterology (GI). She said that even though I have fibroids, the fibroids could not be causing me the pain I’d been describing because they were too small. I wanted to have a hysterectomy, but …no one else wanted me to have one. So I didn't.
I'll tell you about my visits with the GI and urologist, but that's for another post.
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