Quite a few years ago, 19, I was at my desk working. I got up to go to the bathroom and I felt uncomfortable pressure in my lower left abdomen every time I moved my left leg to take a step. At first, I had the notion to ignore it, but it kept bothering me throughout the day so I made an appointment with my doctor.
Upon evaluation, she said I might have a fibroid. A fibroid? What is that? I think when she saw my reaction she made an effort to calm me with her tone and she told me they are benign tumors that grow in a female’s reproductive organs.
What? I have tumors! What do I do? How did I get them? Where did they come from? How do I get rid of them?
She said a lot of women live with them, still get pregnant and deliver healthy babies. She assured me that I had nothing really to worry about and to get a CAT scan to verify, but she was sure a fibroid was what she was feeling. So, I scheduled a CAT scan and I, in fact, had 1 tumor, the size of a golf ball, and several little ones throughout my uterus and ovaries.
Of course, I asked the technician and the doctor at the radiology center how I got them and both of them, separately, told me it must be hereditary.
Hereditary. No. My mom, grandmothers, great grandmothers, and aunts (on either side, paternal or maternal) did not suffer with fibroid tumors.
What are the Answers?
Back then, I didn’t have the answer to why I got them and I really wanted to spend time on getting rid of them. I went to many, many doctors to try to get some answers, yet none of them really knew back then how to not only get rid of them, but to keep them from coming back. So, this has been my journey, arduous and painful.
Just before I was first told about these tumors I was a young engineer, just graduated from college. I had a fiancé, I was planning for a family, a house, and a beautiful life.
No one knows that, since then, I have dedicated the rest of my life to healing myself. After a number of years living and suffering with the tumors, I became very sick. I decided to make drastic changes. I quit my job as an engineer, and I went back to school full-time to study alternative medicine.
Just after I graduated, I was told that if I didn’t have surgery I wouldn’t make it to the end of the year – it was August. The tumor that was the size of a golf ball, 16 years later, had grown to 18 inches. So much for being able to live them.
So, the healing practice I was creating to help others who suffer or just simply want a healthier life had to be put on hold – I transferred my patients to other practitioners, I wrote a will and I prepared myself for surgery.
The night after the surgery, I had some complications. I couldn’t walk. I had to have a physical therapist come to me after I was discharged from the hospital. And, after months of hard work and getting back on my feet, I was told I had more tumors.
Can you believe that? I couldn’t deal with it – psychologically and physically I didn’t think I could undergo any other surgery and make it out okay.
While in the hospital, before the surgery, I underwent many tests. There was an MRI that had been scheduled, like the many before, but this time was very different. While the scan was being done, I felt excruciating pain in the area of the large tumor.
I complained to the technician. She stopped the test. The pain stopped. As soon as she continued with the test, the pain came back. I wasn’t able to process everything that had happened to me until later, but this MRI experience was one of the keys and has lead me to where I am now.
Since then, I have had variable amount of success with managing the tumors that started to grow after the surgery. I wish I had known what I know now all those years ago.
My Next Steps
I have lived 19 years of my life with tumors and all on my own dedicated these same years to searching, testing and experimenting on how to rid myself of them. And I realize and accept that I can’t keep doing it on my own. I need help.
There is a treatment, but it’s not in the U.S. yet. This treatment encompasses the same technology that I experienced in the MRI scan and they have had success with eliminating these types of tumors.
The earliest appointment I could make with a clinic in Europe for the treatment is in March. It is non-evasive and I am told my recovery time will be short. I’m not sure how I will raise all the money I’ll need, but I’m saving where I can and I’ve created a GoFundMe campaign.
In addition to healing myself, I still want to help others to heal. This treatment gets rid of the existing tumors and the treated areas do not get infected again. However, brand new tumors can still develop – there is still no medical procedure to keep from developing in the first place.
This is where I hope the information I have accumulated from researching and experimenting will become useful. I am writing a book. The recommendations I will provide are the very ones I use in managing the tumors I have so that they do not continue to increase in size.
My hope is that my personal information and the experience I will have with the treatment in Europe will help women who have these tumors, to minimize their suffering and potentially keep them from getting these growths to begin with and so we can live healthier lives.
Thank you for reading,
Teamofone Procrastination Affiliate
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