Well.. At the young age of 18, I found myself pregnant with my first blessing, Chandler Robert. I was terrified at the time, but I have always felt lucky that I was able to become pregnant with him. Four years later, I became pregnant with blessing #2, Cade Sinclair. The same physician that told me how low my chances were of becoming pregnant, delivered both of my healthy baby boys. I was told that the only thing that could fix my PCOD was having children. I thought I was cured!
Weeks ago, Michael and I decided that if we had another baby, it wouldn't be for a while. We want to get all of our debt paid off and start college funds for the boys... so I went and got the Mirena IUD placed. Today was my 6 week check-up after having it inserted and I got news that I was not expecting at all.
After having an IUD inserted, it's routine for the physician to do a transvaginal ultrasound to check its placement. As I was laying there watching the black and white screen, my OB-GYN asked, "Have you ever had a transvaginal ultrasound before?" That was when I knew something was wrong. I replied, "No," and continued watching him and the screen as he was capturing image after image of some unknown (to me) finding. It was incredibly (physically) uncomfortable, but I thought that was normal. It was the same pain that I've been feeling for years. It was the same pain that has me laid out or in fetal position the hospital floor sometimes between caring for my patients. It wasn't new to me...
After the procedure, he explained to me that he found a mass on my left ovary that was very large and it needed to be removed. It does not appear cancerous at this time, but it could become an ovarian torsion if I don't have it removed soon. I laughed and asked him if it was the size of a baby because it would be nice to lose some weight. He smiled and explained that it is about the size of a "baby's head" or slightly larger than a grapefruit and that I would have to have surgery under general anesthesia to remove the mass AND possibly my left ovary. At that point, I just continued to smile and act understanding. In my head, I felt like less of a woman already.. but I couldn't let myself break down in his office! I was tough. He gave me a prescription for a medication that I am to take for 6 weeks, and then I scheduled my surgery for December 26th.
So.. here's where I need your help. For my surgery, they asked me to pay approx $3,000 at my pre-op appointment on December 24th, Christmas Eve. That gives me about 7 weeks to come up with the money. After crying and crying and praying and praying, I'm reaching out to all of you, my friends and family, and asking if there is anything you can spare to help me. I will be doing my part and pinching pennies in order to be able to take the time off from work in order to recover, but if there is any time that I need help, it's now. I can't do this on my own.
Funds will go towards my surgery cost, and if by some miracle there is excess, it will be used to take care of my children while I'm off and recovering, gifts from Santa, and for Chandler's 7th birthday (December 27th).
Thank you in advance. Words can not express how thankful all of us will be for any help that is given.
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