Deported, and then some

Last Tuesday, after 17 months, I finally had my port removed.  Or, as Nurse Alka at Sibley put it, I was deported!  I really can't say enough good things about Sibley hospital; they really made the whole process as stress-free as it possibly could be.  At the last minute, I did opt for a teeny-tiny bit of the sedation, which is a combination of fentanyl for pain and versed for the anxiety.  I was awake for the procedure, and aside from the injection for the local anesthetic, it was relatively painless.  Another nurse talked to me about hiking during it to keep me distracted.  Although now I can't remember her name, she was really nice and born one day after me, same year.

I was home by lunchtime, and rested the remainder of the day.

In other news, my endometrial biopsy was indeed inconclusive and I had my follow-up ultrasound last Thursday.  My uterine lining is still too thick (it is 11.3 mm, compared to 11.5 mm, but it should be 5-10 mm), so my doctor wants me to do a followup procedure.  Rather than risk going through another endometrial biopsy and not obtaining sufficient tissue, she wants me to do a D&C (a full scraping of the uterine lining) with some sedation.  That is something to look forward to next month.  And my ovary cyst is still there, and apparently it looks cobwebby which is either good in that it is starting to degenerate, or not good, in that it is gathering strength.  A followup ultrasound for that in January.

So apparently, the testing is never done.

Last weekend I had my photography workshop in West Virginia.  It was spectacular weather and scenery, although quite exhausting.  Will post pics soon.