Tennis ball. Golf ball.

I went to see my gynecologist to get an assessment on what is going on with my right (remaining) ovary. I was not too excited when I saw the screen and felt the pressure of the sonogram. I saw a large dark spot. And then another. Good grief. When my doctor measured them, he indicated that one was the size of a golf ball and the other the size of a tennis ball. (gulp) This is not the news I was expecting. Despite all the good I had been doing with diet and exercise, my organs were hosting cysts. (sarcasm)

The question you are asking yourself, now that your jaw has shut after dropping on the floor, is now what is going to happen. This is a bit complicated. Since I have moderately elevated liver enzymes, I need to meet with my GI doctor to share the news that I need surgery and if there are any concerns on his part. If he gives the all clear, I call to schedule my surgery to remove my ovary and uterus. This is all a bit overwhelming, but I try not to think about it right now. I have way too much to think about to keep me busy.

Item #540: Fill your cup with love and gratitude. 

I love your guts!