'Its Not The Endo The World...'

Yesterday I opened my NHS branded letter and a wave of emotion hit me. Its happening, my consultant has finally agreed, I am officially on the list for a hysterectomy. Last month I finished my course of Zoladex injections. 6 months had gone by so quickly. I wasn't particularly sad about it, after all the monthly stabbing wasn't my most favourite appointment to attend, but of course the familiar dread of periods returning and the unknown of the pain levels and how quickly it would hit me was a massive concern. And boy did it hit me fast. I was back to bleeding within a couple of days and my pain levels had started to sky rocket. Previously the injections haven't made too much of a difference but this time round felt different. The daily pain turned into more cyclical pain, reducing the constant ache which clearly made it much more manageable. This was good news, not only for the last few months but also for the stats as to whether a hysterectomy would be effective in the fut

At the end of last year, I decided I couldn’t wait another 5 months to discuss my latest MRI results in person. I had received a letter saying the adenomyosis was more prominent and for me that was all the confirmation I needed. I wasn’t imagining it, the pain was getting worse and I needed something to be done. I should start by saying I recognise how lucky I am. Not everyone can afford to go private for treatment, especially as a self funding patient. I knew it was going to be pricy but I was at the end of my tether and just needed help. So within a week of enquiring, I was booked in for a consultancy appointment at The Oaks hospital in Colchester knowing I was going to be £180 lighter for a 20 min conversation. Ouch. But hopefully a worthy conversation! Fortunately I was able to see my normal consultant from the NHS privately. However, I was concerned he wouldn’t recognise me or know any of my history, after all he sees hundreds of thousands of women a time, why would he remember me