Honestly by this point I was just desperate to know if this cyst was malignant or not. I haven’t been a particularly healthy person, in fact, quite the opposite. Drinking, smoking, eating rubbish food, doing no exercise. But I was 28 years old. Who gets ovarian cancer at 28 years old?
The CT scan was fairly painless. I got sent a vile of some kind of liquid in the post which I had to drink an hour and a half before the scan. Honestly I can’t remember why, something to do with helping to show the organs they needed to see.
When I went in I had to have another injection that was also dye. They told me, ‘it will make you warm all over, and it’ll feel like you’ve wet yourself. Don’t worry, you won’t have.’
Cool, thanks for that.
The scan is really quick, it all took about 5 minutes, and I was told I would get a call from my gynae nurse on the Friday with the results.
Obviously Friday came and I sat by my phone. By this time my anxiety was out of control, I was useless in the office and I had decided to get a sick note and stay at home.
If people don’t know what anxiety is, neither did I. But it’s basically how you feel when you’re incredibly nervous. Kinda like when you’re sat in the room waiting to be called in for a job interviiew for your dream job. Your heart is pounding, you feel sweaty, your hands are shaking, and your mind goes blank. You try and you try but you cannot concentrate on anything. It’s like that, but constantly. Particularly when you’re trying to sleep. You know that feeling when you wake up and you want to stay in bed for a while but your eyes physically just will not close? It’s like that
So the nurse called me. She said they hadn’t been able to see properly because of the size of the cyst. They needed to be able to tell what side it was on, whether it had damaged my ovary, whether it was two cysts that had merged into one, because it made a huge difference to the type of operation they would do and how they would deal with it. So I needed to have an MRI scan so they could get a better idea.