Released from the hospital and back to normal :)

Over the course of the next 5 days in the hospital, they fed me through my IV (in case I would need sugery at any moment).  My gynecologist and I decided together that I would continue on the Morphine and antibiotics intravenously, so we could continue to avoid having to operate.  They were constantly running test and doing blood work to monitor the cyst and the infection.  The cyst was so large that the doctors could barely tell if it was located on my fallopian tube or my ovary.  They soon discovered that it was wedged in between the two, but attached to my ovary.  After a couple of days they took my off the Morphine and put me on Vicodin, as I continued my antibiotics intravenously.  Luckily, it all worked!!! My cyst was no longer infected or ginormous! Things were looking good!  I was so excited that I didn't have to get surgery and I could finally eat real food!  Later that week, I was released to go home and get on birth control to help control any future production of the cysts.  I was a happy girl...   I continued on antibiotics orally until I was told otherwise.  I was finally getting my life back to normal. 

Lucky me....   :)   my husband took me on my first trip to DisneyWorld just a couple weeks after my release from the hospital, and my Disney obsession began.    :)   

                                                         Throwback to 2008!

Daily Motivation #2

This is exactly how I feel.  Never stop pushing forward.  There may be bends in the road, but its not the end.  Things may not be going the way that I planned for them to go, but I am exactly where I need to be.  The timing is perfect.  My struggle and my past will not determine my happiness.  #KeepGoing #MoveOn #BeHappy

What was going on...

The hospital was doing all that they could to try and figure out what was causing the pain.  Blood Tests, Catheters, X-Rays, Physical Exams,  Papsmeres, MRI's, Pelvic Exams.... blah blah blah.  It turned out that I had a large ovarian cyst on my right ovary that had become infected.  The cyst was positioned sort of between my ovary and fallopian tube, which made the doctor second guess himself for a moment and made him think that there was a possibility of it being an ectopic pregnancy.  

The ovarian cyst was confirmed.  I was too young for them to consider surgery in order to get rid of it.  After all, this was my reproductive system.  If they performed surgery in such a delicate area, it could possibly mess with my fertility from that day forward.  Over the next 5 days, my IV would consist of Morphine for the excruciating pain, and strong antibiotics in hopes to fight the infection.  I had developed a fever over the next couple of days due to the infection.  The doctor decided to keep my fever and stabilize it as a defense mechanism to keep fighting against the infection.  If we couldn't get rid of the infection, we would have no choice but to perform surgery. 

My husband, who was just my boyfriend at the time, never left my side.  He slept on those horrible hospital couches in my room every night. At the time I wasn't concerned about having kids.  I wasn't trying to get pregnant, and the thought of this affecting me later in life when I wanted kids, never really crossed my mind.  It just wasn't what I really thought about at that time in my life.  I just thought, well once this goes away, I can continue on with my daily routine.