Hematoma, such an ugly word. In the past I've associated this word with a dire diagnosis on House.
You know the one where they're trying to figure out why this patient is dying and they blurt out hematoma as the horrendous diagnosis.
My first real life brush with a hematoma happened about a year ago this time, I went in for my follow up appointment after my myomectomy and voila they found a hematoma.
My dr made it sound like it wasn't a big deal. Will wait and see what happens, he said, minor aspiration procedure if necessary, he said.
After my appointment when I told my family, there was a massive meltdown, I think of visions of me dying were playing on everyone's minds. We can be a little melodramatic as a family.
I learned to live with the pain that felt like an invisible bruise. When the doctor said it would heal, let's wait and watch, I thought 2 months, three tops. Here I m 13 months later with the hematoma a minor version of its former formidable self but still very much there.
Imagine my surprise when I learn now that the hard knot I m feeling on my side, the site of a long gone lovanox bruise, is in fact, a hematoma. Drumroll please
This one doesn't hurt, this one just feels funny, like a hard pebble I m afraid someone forgot inside me. It's become a part of my routine during the day to check for its presence, hoping it will go away.
The thing about hematomas and living with them, it's yet another gift of infertility. Yep I feel like infertility is the gift that keeps on giving.
But speaking of the gift of infertility, I did argue with my nurse today. We were talking about MTFHR and I asked her whether I need it to be on bio active folate. I explained to her that I spoke to an authority on MTFHR, who said that I needed to be on bio active folate. My nurse was not amused, and explained to me in a rather serious tone that I was on metanx already. Later dr google tells me metanx is bioactive and I argued with my nurse for nothing.
Yep so that happened.
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