In Which this diary becomes something else.

I still believe that this journal can be one that records the possibilities that come along on a journey to health, but for a time, I don't know if it will seem soo. It might seem more like an end, and it is, but I hope in the end, health will be there.

On Thursday Hubby and I went to see the gyn surgeon. My ultrasound findings indicated that there really isn't a choice other than hysterectomy with the possibility that my ovaries will be removed as well. There are no fibroids all along my uterine wall, which is most likely the cause of severe anemia and made it nearly impossible for us to choose anything other than surgery. We could have made a different choice, but the doctor was gently adamant that if we chose to let this go, it will only progress. My original disease ~ endometriosis ~ is not the only problem now that needs solved, and well, when it comes down to it, there's really not any more reasons to endure the pain and struggle of my cycles. There's really no hope for a pregnancy, and I know that, so why wait?

So a week from tomorrow I start my first shot of Lupr*n, with two more rounds to follow, in an attempt to reduce the inflammation in the pelvis, and in the process, reduce the much higher chance of complications that come with the condition of my belly. And then, after the first of the year, I'll have the surgery.

It's going to be a long haul. I'm grieving. But I hope in the end, it's all going to be good. I'm counting on healing.