And so the diagnosis...

I spoke to someone today. Two someones in fact.

Someone #1: The nurse at my Ob/Gyn's office. She told me my u/s results. I have two MASSIVE cysts on my right ovary. BIG. And that is bad enough. But irritating those two cysts are my Three Fibroid Pals (I call them Lemmy, Vyvyan and Frank) who are not just still present but have GROWN.. considerably. In fact, Lemmy grew 200% since last year. Yeah. Great. "Not a nuisance" my tart arse.

She said, and I quote, "WOW, no WONDER you were in such pain!!"
To which I replied, "Yeah, no kidding, huh? Please fax my medical records to ___, because you're fired."

Someone #2: The nurse at my RE #1's office. She is a doll. I had some complaints about the RE because she kept trying to rush me into IVF, which I was not then nor am now ready for, and because she had run out of ideas on testing. I told the nurse my saga of the last year and the most recent events (to which she said, "Keep calling them. Hound the HELL out of them. Demand answers NOW." That's why I love her.)

When I told her of RE#2's discoveries of the possible septum and the recent findings of the Three Fibroid Pals' activities, she agreed that I should have my hysteroscopic surgery. Soon. As soon as my period arrives, I am to call and set up the appt for day 6. That's in two weeks, my dear friends. *snap, snap* Muy pronto.

Now, THAT'S service.