Today is the last day of April. Yes, it’s the last day of April and I pretty much have my May all planned out, not by choice though.
I have PCOS, Poly-cystic Ovarian Syndrome. Basically, my ovaries like to form cysts, cause me to keep whatever weight I gain and make it miserably difficult to lose despite best efforts, and a few other lovely side-effects that you can Google if you dare but as a woman, they aren’t fun.
Most recently, I discovered that my right ovary wanted to become a farmer and has grown a grapefruit-sized cyst. Apparently, I have very creative and crafty ovaries.
It has been a very emotional couple of days. I found out last Wednesday that this masterpiece that my ovary has carefully been crafting for the last six months (maybe less than that – but no more than that since that was when I had my last ultra-sound), must be removed.
Surgery. Joy of joys. How excited I am to undergo another surgery within nine months of my gall bladder surgery. Not to mention the unknowns of this situation, like that disease that we will not name because I do not want to go there mentally, despite waiting for the results of the second blood test to come back. And what about my other ovary? What will it do if it finds some free space after all is said and done? Will it decide it wants to be a farmer too? Will the Hospital develop a frequent flyer program for people who are in and out so often that they should really get points or something for every time they visit, like earn points for one free Tylenol or one free surgery? Oh, the questions that fill my silly head when things like this come up. Hey, it could always be worse, right?
And now we come to May 1st. I already know I have a doctor’s appointment, a pre-op fun day at the hospital, the actual surgery (which might be more fun than a day at Zooquarium but definitely not more fun than the beach), a post-op visit. Then, throw into this month Mother’s Day, Sister-in-Law R’s birthday, The Husband’s birthday, work, and anything else that I am currently forgetting, which I’m sure is something…
Then, I made the crazy decision today that I want to do NaBloPoMo for May. I took a break in March and April. I just wasn’t feeling it. This month, since I have so many not so fun things going on, I feel like committing to NaBloPoMo will help me focus on something positive and constructive, especially if I am going to be home for a bit recovering from surgery. Ironically, the theme of May is “comfort.” Coincidence? Maybe.
I think committing to this will help me keep my mind off the new scars and the other things that may be coming along in the weeks to come. Writing will be my comfort. Along with some Real Housewives, a few books, and I’m sure some other questionable television choices. But hey, whatever gets me feeling better about all this nonsense is fine in my book!