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Thank you. I am a queer woman diagnosed with fibroids at 37 when my spouse and I went to a fertility clinic to try to get me pregnant. I'll leave out the rest of demographic info for an attempt at semi-privacy given the details here.

1. I went to five gynecologists in a two-year period (2 fertility specialists, 2 regular gynecologists, 1 gynecological surgeon). The only one whose treatments and choices didn't actively worsen the situation was the surgeon.

2. I'd been sick for much longer than I knew. The level of bleeding I'd experienced since I first began menstruating was never normal or safe. My anemia was becoming disabling by this point and it's probably a good thing I bothered going to the fertility specialist. Even though her prescriptions and choices made the whole thing worse.

3. The surgeon was willing to support my fertility choices, and therefore did a myomectomy to remove the fibroids. Turned out, however, there were a lot of them. She removed thirty, the largest being cantaloupe-sized. Recovery was very difficult.

4. Unfortunately by the time I went for another fertility check-in (with a different doctor since the first was so damaging), there was a new large and rapidly growing fibroid. Childbirth was out of the question and the new fibroid was placed in a way that caused new, exciting, and different disabling symptoms. I went back to the surgeon, who prescribed Lupron to shrink it so she could do minimally invasive hysterectomy.

5. Lupron medical menopause is the worst. The mood swings and the body changes and the hot flashes!

6. I felt so much healthier after the hysterectomy. Not being anemic, priceless.

7. Years later, I am now undergoing what I believe to be early menopause (hard to tell, since I don't menstruate, but I have a number of other symptoms), likely triggered by ovarian damage from the two surgeries. The surgeon had to cut around scar tissue from surgery #1 to save the ovaries in surgery #2.

8. I might have found out about all of this earlier except that I hadn't been to gynecologists for several years... because I had severe pain with every pap smear... because there was a fibroid sitting on my cervix, and my previous gyns did not notice this. I thought I was a wimp who couldn't handle normal tests. None of my gyns acknowledged the pain or gave me ways to deal with it.

9. I do not, and will not, have children. A lot of the journey involved accepting infertility.

Thank you for collecting these stories, AHP.

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Thanks for creating and sharing this piece. I am a woman who struggled with a variety of symptoms that impacted my life on a daily basis for years and years, and was told by every single doctor I saw that it was absolutely simply “anxiety”. It wasn’t until my gastrointestinal symptoms because so extreme that I saw a new GI doctor who finally recommended a colonoscopy at age 29 that it was discovered that no, I didn’t simply have anxiety — what I actually had was a tumor so deadly it is referred to in the literature as the “ticking time bomb tumor” because it will, if undiscovered, eventually just give you a stroke one day and kill you. Two days after I turned 30, I had the tumor removed. It was a harrowing surgery and recovery (full abdominal incision from belly button to sternum), but all my symptoms dissipated pretty much immediately.

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