G- going under the knives Part I

As far as I can recollect, I had heard this phrase for the first time used for heroines who added to their beauty surgically. No.. no.. this post isn’t about them but it’s about me.. as usual..😎 I wanted to write this since last year, now before you assume that I also followed the path of our heroines to enhance my beauty 😉 let me tell you the real stuff, it was when I underwent a “LAPAROSCOPIC SURGERY FOR DERMOID OVARIAN CYST”. Whoaaaaa… sounds like an alien nomenclature and way too clinical… okay… let me simplify this for you. Last year at this same time when I was happily enjoying my stay at home and was gearing up to join a new company, I was diagnosed with a huge cyst in one of my ovaries which required me to undergo an emergency surgery.

I’m clueless as from where to start and what all to write. This post is going to be the journey of my past one year (and hence a lengthy one) when life took a strange and tough turn for me. This one year was difficult, tough but at the same time I was also blessed. This post is about all those experiences which still feel like yesterday. It is a reminder and lesson to me that-

• whatever happens, it happens for good
• you can never go as planned in your life
• you will find real people during your worst time
• no matter what comes your way, your parents will alwaysssssssssssssssssssssss stand by you, so never hurt, ignore or disrespect them
• you cannot have everything you wish in your life, because may be something better is destined for you
• your health matters… never ever ignore it

So shall we proceed…

It all started last year in August 2015 when all of a sudden during the long weekend of Independence day I got abdomen pain on right hand side. My school friend had visited me and the pain was so severe and disturbing that I wasn’t able to focus anywhere. I took a normal pain killer and tried changing positions while lying down on bed so that the pain gets subsided. I was doing okay that evening but it started again the next day and I had to speak to my Gynaec friend who advised me to go for a whole abdomen scan. The results felt not so good to me. My report read having small follicles in ovaries and suggested PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). I was disappointed and heartbroken. I had never ever even in my wildest dreams had thought that I’ll have something like this. I had seen couple of my friends having PCOS but I… how can I have this? This is what kept coming in my mind. I googled about it and found not so convincing results. My gynaec friend saw the report and asked not to worry as the follicles were very small. Till then I had never worried about my health. I had always been careless about myself. My own words flashed immediately in my mind where I would carelessly tell my friends, “I don’t get fever and cold so easily or any other disease for that matter. If ever I will fall sick that would be something serious.. something big…” and who knew that my own words will become reality one day. And there I was sitting in my room all alone with my medical reports in my hand. I didn’t tell anybody about this, not even my parents.

Days passed and I brought some changes in my daily routine. I started getting up early and would go on jog and exercise in the nearby park to keep myself active. I felt good. The park was just behind my house and I had never entered its periphery. Mornings became good, I found time for myself, got to feel the cool breeze and hear the melodies of chirping birds. Saw several couples coming together for jogging. It was a heavenly feeling when I used to finish 4-5 rounds of that big park and then do some stretching. It gave a feeling of self-satisfaction which resulted in motivation and confidence of a strange sort. I felt good about my surrounding, about my own self. It was after 1.5 months that lil pain emerged again just before 2-3 days I was supposed to leave the city but it got subsided automatically.

Sept 30, 2015 was the day, I left the capital city and moved to my home town to enjoy the time before joining the new company; and Oct 2, 2015 was the day when that excruciating pain started which changed my life. Till afternoon when pain didn’t subside even after having pain killers, my parents rushed me to hospital. I was injected some pain killer and was under observation in Emergency Department. Pain killer had its effect for some time and we were back to home. But again went to see a gynaec in the evening; where she prescribed for an Ultrasound after seeing my first report (which I had hid from my parents and ultimately told) where there was nothing significant. As it was a National Holiday, none of the diagnostic centers were open. I had to bear the pain till next day. I had not eaten anything throughout the day but as there was very little pain in evening I was feeling better and ate little bit for dinner; without having any clue that what the next day is going to hold for me.

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