Early Detection or An Intsrument of Death....

Well the horror that was my morning is over with for now....Here's a brief recap of the event: I showed oblivious of what was about to transpire, fresh papercrafts mag in tow. I didn't even have time to crack open the cover and they were telling me to take my pants off...here we go, I thought. So I dont know about you all, but I chit chat with the nurse and my doc while they do their thing down there, I ask about the procedure and the big words they keep using. Well, out of nowhere, my doctor says these words "well, I see two areas of abnormality that I would like to biopsy...Vicky can you hand me that cervical speculum please?" then I see this horrible contraption, worse than the smaller friendly duckbilled monster...this one was about a foot long!! So yeah, then came the two biopsies...pinch is hardly an accurate adjective in this matter. It hurt like mother! So as I was laying there trying to ignore the cramping and pain, the doctor was explaining to me what exactly cervical displasia is and why I probably have nothing to worry about...but all I could think was "you evil woman, how in the world did i let you talk me into this, get out of there!" But in retrospect I'm 100% glad I went in. Next wednesday I go back in to discuss the pathology results, which I'm hoping are as low grade and harmless as possible. I guess you can have pre-cancerous cells in you hoo-ha that eventually just give up and die and you wouldn't even know it because abnormal negative pap results rarely get re-checked because after all you were negative. I even asked the doc this morning "if anything IS found, heaven forbid, does the cost of the follow up then transfer back to me and my insurance company?" To that she did not know because she's never had anything serious come from this research study, which is a good sign. So to recap, we are crossing our fingers that if I do come back positive for displasia (the pre-cancerous cells) then we are hoping it's low-grade and something we just watch for a few years and perhaps it will work itself out in the end.

Poor Kevin was joking this morning that I only agreed to do this today to get a break from the girls, well darlin' if that was the case I would have just spent an hour at Michaels instead of getting assaulted at the doctors office! Now, I'm off to hit up my bottle of motrin for this cramping.

Happy Scrapping everyone! I'll have some projects to post this evening when I'm not feeling so yucky.