I got an ultrasound done next morning and saw the gynaec. I went inside her cabin with my father. She saw the reports and broke the unfortunate news. I had a cystic mass around my right ovary which was about 12 X 9 cms in size. I needed an immediate surgery and the cyst needed to be checked for its nature, if it was benign or malignant. The mere word “Emergency Surgery” and “Ovarian Cyst” moved my parents and me. It was hard to believe that within 1.5 months how such a huge cyst can develop and that how I couldn’t feel or came to know about it. The first thing I did when I came back home was to send HR the initial report and inform her about my condition. I, being such a career oriented person, was worried about my new job. But then, it was my health which mattered the most at that time and I completely shunned the thought from my mind that I might lose this job. My father spoke to his colleagues & friends and found out a good Gastroenterologist. We had to travel to his Hospital. It was a 2-3 hours of journey and thankfully I didn’t have pain during the entire journey. We saw the doctor and he prescribed lots of tests after seeing the Ultrasound report. It was serious, it definitely was. By that time my pain decided to shoot up and there I was again lying on hospital bed with Ohhh-aaaahh. We went to the diagnostic center for tests. They were quick enough as the doctor had personally spoken to them. We got all tests done and came back to hospital with reports.
The entire time I was in diagnostic center, I had excruciating pain. I saw my parents helplessly seeing me in pain. Though, I generally try not to exhibit my pain or discomfort to my parents, but that day I couldn’t control and didn’t care about anyone and anything. I was crying in pain and everybody around us asked about what has happened. That was not usual me… crying in pain and feeling helpless. But that was the moment. I can still visualize how after all tests, I was roaming outside the lab building with my helpless mother. She tried everything to console me, to comfort me but all in vain. I tried not to cry or exhibit my pain and discomfort but I failed; I didn’t want to hurt my parents but I failed in front of pain. Nothing was comforting me.
Once we were back to hospital, the doctor informed that he’ll operate the next day. We all were scared to death. Everyone, i.e. me, and my parents had their own apprehensions and fears. He explained my father the modality and complications of surgery. I was shifted to ward and the nurse came with medicines and injections. For the first time in my life I was lying on hospital bed as patient. She tried putting an intravenous on my right hand, to which I initially resisted but eventually surrendered. I was scared of it but I had no choice, I was a patient. It was my second day where I had not eaten anything. She administered saline with medicines in it and finally that night after two days of excruciating pain I slept well without any pain.
You get to learn and discover a lot of new things when you are in hospital as patient. I was taken to treatment room next morning to get prepared for surgery. Now let me tell you, what does this mean. They prepare you for surgery, they shave the area of incision, and I got a cut while the nurse was doing that, administer some antibiotics and other medications. Also, you are on fasting. But unfortunately as the doctor was waiting for some blood test report, the surgery was postponed to next day i.e. Oct 5, 2015; the day I was supposed to travel to the new city. Lying on hospital bed, I cancelled my ticket with heavy heart.
I was heartbroken. Not in a state to accept whatever was happening. I was witnessing and seeing so many things happening around and with me. I was actually jobless, there was no surety if the HR would consider my situation and extend my joining date by almost a month. My father was actually running from pillar to post. He had been given some very important government responsibilities apart from his regular job which warranted him to be available all the time at the desired location. And at the same time, he was required at hospital too. Though his colleagues were there in hospital with me and my Mom all the time, but it was he who we wanted. He used to travel from his work place to hospital and vice versa. He made sure that he was present when I was taken for surgery. My Mom was speechless, was trying hard to accept whatever was happening to her eldest daughter. We had not told anybody in our family about this mishap. My Mom broke only when I was taken for surgery and she called her younger sister for support.
The word surgery always terrifies me 😦 hearing from you makes me realize nothing could be avoided , the thing that needs to come to you will come no matter what. I am listening you, please write part 3 soon 🙂
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Thank you for your visit NJ.. you are right, nothing could be avoided if it is destined to happen. Part 3 is on its way 😃
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Oh my. That was scary. I hope you recovered well out of it. I have PCOS too, but I haven’t heard or experienced this. Take care. 🙂
Thank you Dil.. I’m doing fine now.. touchwood. Take care of yourself and visit your gynaec regularly. Never ever ignore anything unusual happening to your body or your health per se..
Do take care dear. Hope you are recovered now.