I had my hysteroscopy this afternoon. I was really nervous – to the point that I felt like I was going to throw up – that they were going to find something. And I was right.
I have another polyp. Smaller than the one from last year, but in the same place. I have to have surgery to have it removed. Again. Surgery again.
I had a feeling that something wasn’t right, and I was right.
It’s not like last year, when we said, “oh, now we know what the problem is; we’ll get it fixed, and be on our way, and everything will work out.”
We can’t really believe in it so simplistically this time.
I feel so defeated.