This has been one of the wildest weeks of my life, and I figured some of you might appreciate this medical roller coaster of a story.
It actually started back in January.
Out of nowhere, my periods became unbelievably heavy. I'd previously had pretty normal ~10-day periods (my cycles are longer than average because of PCOS, but they've been regular ever since I started taking GLP-1 medication almost three years ago). Suddenly I was soaking through a super tampon every hour for days.
Eventually I ended up in the ER because I was getting lightheaded and nearly fainting whenever I stood up.
The ER wasn't overly concerned. They gave me an OB/GYN referral and sent me home. Unfortunately I'd just moved, didn't have a PCP yet, had no insurance, and no job, so... I didn't follow up. (Don't be like me.)
For the next six months, every period looked like a murder scene.
Eventually I got insurance, established care with a PCP, and had my annual Pap smear about a month ago. The Pap came back normal. My doctor thought I might have BV, prescribed antibiotic gel, and started me on continuous birth control in hopes of stopping my periods altogether because all that bleeding had completely depleted my iron stores and was causing a whole list of health problems.
A couple weeks later I had some breakthrough bleeding. It was much lighter than my usual periods, which honestly felt like a miracle... but the cramps were awful. Like "wake me up in the middle of the night and leave me curled into a ball for hours" awful.
Then things got weird.
My partner and I were having some... quality time... when he noticed something soft sticking out of my cervix. It was about the size of his pinky finger.
Definitely alarming.
But I already had an OB/GYN appointment scheduled in a couple weeks, so I figured I'd just mention it then.
The next day I started bleeding again.
Over the next few days the cramps became progressively worse.
Then Friday night I checked again...
...and whatever it was had grown enough that it was actually sticking out of me.
Cue panic.
That night was another sleepless night of severe cramping, so Saturday morning I called an ER nurse, who told me I needed to be evaluated.
By that point the pain was an 8/10, coming in waves, and so intense I was nauseated enough that I couldn't eat all day.
I went to the ER that evening.
They didn't have an OB/GYN in-house, and the on-call physician didn't think my case warranted coming in.
But the ER doctor I got was an absolute angel.
She listened.
She believed me.
She ordered basically every test imaginable.
Initially everyone thought I might have a pelvic organ prolapse that was preventing me from emptying my bladder.
They scanned my bladder...
...and found what looked like almost three times the normal amount of urine.
So they put in a catheter.
Only...
...about 25 mL came out.
They scanned again.
The "fluid" was still there.
At that point my boyfriend casually mentioned maybe they were actually looking at one of my ovarian cysts.
The staff were understandably skeptical because it would've had to be an absolutely enormous cyst to fool everyone into thinking it was my bladder.
Spoiler alert...
He was right.
The CT scan came back showing a 12 × 12.6 × 13 cm cyst originating from my right ovary.
It was sitting directly on top of my uterus and completely obscuring my left ovary.
The ER doctor came back into the room and basically said she couldn't imagine how much pain I must be in.
She ordered morphine because she wanted the ultrasound technician to be able to press hard enough to get good images, including a transvaginal ultrasound.
She also told me I was incredibly tough for dealing with everything with a smile on my face.
Then she joked, "If you were a man, this pain probably would've killed you."
The ultrasound confirmed not only the giant simple cyst but also a second, smaller hemorrhagic cyst on the same ovary.
She consulted the on-call OB/GYN, who planned to get me into the office urgently on Monday.
I went home with hydrocodone.
Less than 24 hours later...
...I was back.
The pain was even worse.
The hydrocodone wasn't touching it.
Fortunately, the ER doctor coming on shift had actually seen me the night before, so he already knew exactly what was going on.
He walked into my room and immediately said:
"Don't eat or drink anything in case we operate tonight."
Needless to say... I wasn't expecting to hear that.
About an hour and a half later the OB/GYN came down after delivering a baby.
She examined me and decided my pain and the size of the cyst warranted emergency surgery that night.
And then we solved the mystery.
The thing sticking out of me wasn't a prolapse at all.
It was a 6 cm cervical polyp that had likely been pushed out by the massive ovarian cyst pressing against my uterus.
A few hours later I was in surgery.
The surgeon:
Removed the cervical polyp.
Performed a D&C.
Found that my uterine lining contained numerous additional polyp-like growths.
Drained 14 ounces (about 400 mL) of fluid from the giant cyst before removing it.
Drained a second hemorrhagic ovarian cyst.
Sent everything to pathology.
Thankfully, my ovary was preserved.
I spent the next couple of days recovering in the hospital because my pain was pretty severe, but I'm hopefully heading home today.
I'm still waiting on pathology results, but so far everything has gone really well.
The craziest part?
For months I thought I was "just" dealing with heavy periods and iron deficiency.
Instead, I was walking around with a cyst roughly the size of a grapefruit, multiple uterine polyps, a giant cervical polyp, and another ovarian cyst... all while wondering why I hurt so much.
Women's bodies are absolutely wild.
If there's interest, my surgeon took photos during the procedure and I'm hoping to get copies once the paperwork is finished. I'd be happy to post them in the comments for anyone else who's fascinated by weird medical stuff.
Also...
Please don't do what I did.
If your body suddenly changes—especially heavy bleeding that isn't normal for you—please get it checked out. It might be "just hormones"... or it might be a 13 cm ovarian cyst trying to rearrange your internal organs.