Have some kitty pictures.

Buddy makes a mess on my desk.

They are fibroadenomas, which are benign lumps formed by a combination of glandular and fibrous tissue in the breast. There is some evidence they are either formed or fed by estrogen in the body — much like the endometrial implants in my pelvis. I guess I’m just too woman-y for my own good. Anybody need some spare estrogen?

The largest one, at one o’clock on the left, was 2.2cm at my last ultrasound (I am supposed to return every six months, indefinitely, to monitor their size/location to make sure nothing suspicious is going on). It is now 3.2cm, and causing enough pain that it is difficult to lie with any pressure on the breasts (on my stomach or too far to my side) or wear my normal bras.

So it’s coming out. On Wednesday.

I’m nervous. To say the least. Partly for pure vanity. There are very few areas of the body that I unequivocally like. This is one of them. More than likely, the most I’ll end up with is another scar (got plenty of those, don’t particularly care) and possibly a small dent.

I’m both moderately anxious and morbidly curious as to how this is going to turn out.

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Once my endometriosis was diagnosed, my gynecologist said that my best choice for treatment was an injection called Lupron Depot.

Because the endometriosis small and diffuse, surgery was not an option — there were no large masses that could simply be cut out — rather, it was more like a thin layer covering everything in spots.

Lupron is a gonadotropin-releasing hormone antagonist; it is used for a variety of things including chemical castration of male sex offenders. In women with certain reproductive conditions, it works by stopping the production of the hormone estrogen in the body. Estrogen is what tells the endometrium to grow, and therefore what inflames the endometrial implants outside the uterus. Therefore, by stopping the production of estrogen for a set time — six months; twelve if the first six were unsuccessful — you would hope to shrink the implants that are already there. Essentially, what you are doing is inducing a six-month menopause.

Lupron is not aspirin. It is not a trivial drug. It makes serious changes to your body. Most women do not finish the full six months. I did, and the nurses were genuinely impressed when I came in for my last shot. None of their patients had ever taken a full round before.

And if the pain comes back immediately after stopping — which, in me, it did — they want you to go a second six-month round. (That is the limit due to risk of developing osteoporosis.)

Honestly — I kind of want to know the women who actually made it through twelve months of that drug, if my nurses had never seen anyone make it the first six.

It was not a fun six months. At all. (This is how it felt in real time.) I earned six months without any periods (I would have gone through one or two in that time on my birth control, so it wasn’t a huge benefit) and a couple months’ reprieve from the pain. In exchange, I went through numerous side effects, from the awful spasms, dizziness, fainting and tremors to considerable hair loss to hot flashes and uncontrollable sweating to sudden overwhelming nausea to weight gain.

And now, ten months after stopping the treatment? I wish I’d never done it.

I didn’t start birth control until age 19. Until that time, I was letting my body go through its natural cycle. Which must have been brimming with estrogen, because the pain was bad. It kept me out of school at least 1-2 days a month for period pain alone (before we even consider my fibromyalgia). It is by far the worst pain I have ever experienced — even with the awful migraines I get where, literally, a twitch (anywhere) causes so much pain throughout the body that I want to scream, but the movement and force required to make any sound at all would hurt just as much — so I stay stiff and silent and suffer until there’s enough of a window to down some pain meds.

The cramps I get on my “natural” (no hormonal medications) period — the pain comes in waves, crashing over me, exploding through every ligament and nerve in my body, rolling up and down the length of my torso. I spent many days in the fetal position on the floor of the bathroom, wishing I could just cease to exist right then and there, in too much pain for the thoughts to ever get as far as “movement to make it happen.”

And, well, suffice to say it affected the bathroom cycle too. I’ll leave it at that.

The pain, even in between cramps, is bad enough that I could not sit upright for more than maybe an hour’s total time throughout the entire first day — I was either in bed, on the couch, on the floor, or lying down in a chair in front of the computer. And the rest of the week, it was difficult to stand upright and walk — I needed to reach out a lot for balance; I couldn’t straighten my back it hurt too bad. There was this intense heavy pain in the muscles of my upper legs. And I needed heat — bad — any cold or dampness felt like my blood was turning to acid and eating me inside out. I reveled in the sun; I couldn’t leave the house without heating pads; I sat down under the hot hot water in the shower. Wintertime (which, in central California, got as low as the 40s during the day, but was damp and moist with fog) was excruciating.

I went through all of this approximately one week (or a little more) out of every month in my adolescent life. And this is all ignoring the actual period.

When I got on birth control — after a brief period on a tricyclic medication (Ortho Tri-Cyclin Lo), which made me break out in painful cystic acne and left me irritable enough that a fly could be cause for an angry breakdown — things settled down somewhat — especially after a kind gynecologist prescribed a low-dose monocyclic pill (Mircette) continuously; that is, skip the placebo week in the pack, taking four packs in a row before allowing that period week. That meant one period every three months, and a lightened period at that — it was still very painful, but not suicidal-thought-inducing painful like it was “naturally.” And during the twelve weeks on the hormones, I was mostly free of the continual lower abdomen/pelvic area pain that I suffered even between periods on my “natural” cycle.

I stayed like this until the beginning of last year, when the lower back/pelvic pain set in to stay, leading to the diagnosis of endometriosis and the Lupron treatment.

And after the Lupron, now — back on that same low-dose pill, taken continuously — I am going through pain that is far closer to my “natural” cycle pain than to the pain I went through for the three years prior to the Lupron. I am having cramps that sometimes keep me from being able to move to get out of bed in the morning and sometimes hurt so bad I have to get up because it hurts too much lying down. The back pain continues; my methods of treatment are definitely helping considerably, but the pain is more persistent and more severe than it was last year. My, um, “bathroom cycle” — which was relieved of pain completely during the three pre-Lupron birth control years — has returned to the cycle I had before I ever started hormone treatment. The only thing that hasn’t returned is that lead-like pain in my leg muscles, that acid-blood feeling.

And it is frustrating me. I wish I had never started the Lupron in the first place. I read up on it before agreeing to take it, and I knew there were a lot of horror stories and a lot of women really, really hated it. But what other treatment did I have? this seemed like something that — even if it was difficult during — would make a difference in the long run. So I did it, and I stuck it out, because how would I know what good it could do if I quit?

I don’t know if maybe it’s because I spent that six months estrogen-free, and now I am on a pill which, though low-dose, does contain estrogen — so suddenly my body is feeling an increase in estrogen, thereby causing more inflammation and therefore more pain. I have no idea; I do my research but I am still a layperson. But there can be no argument that my situation is considerably worse than it was before I went through the Lupron. And it’s been this way for ten months. This is no mere readjustment.

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Next post: on the visible physical changes, body-image adjustment and dysmorphia.