I got a message from my doctor this morning. She told me that my test results were back and that my pelvic ultrasound showed that I had a cyst on my right ovary. Everything else is okay. I need to go back to her in six weeks to follow up, and then I need to get another ultrasound, to make sure it doesn’t get any bigger.
I’ve been through this before, so I’m just relieved it’s not something new. It can’t be too out of the ordinary if we’re just taking the watch-and-wait approach. She didn’t tell me how big it was though, and I am curious about that – must remember to ask when I see her in November.
I’m just relieved that it was *something* and my body wasn’t paining me for no good reason. I’m thankful that the something isn’t too scary either. Here’s hoping it stays that way.
The last time, I had a cyst, I named it Eddie, after the creature on all the Iron Maiden records. It doesn’t seem right to name a new one Eddie, but Eddie Jr. sounds even more silly. Anyone know of any good names for a medical annoyance?
