Warning: This post contains references to my lady garden, and ultrasound pictures of my reproductive organs. If you're uncomfortable reading about it, or don't know what a lady garden is, you may want to consider reading someone elses' blog today.
|That big black spot in the middle? That's my urgent desire to widdle|
Today I went in for an ultrasound on my abdomen.
Don't worry, I'm not pregnant, but the PCOS needed some checking on, and the way they do that is via ultrasound.
It was an interesting experience. The upshot of which is that there doesn't seem to be any tumours or unaccounted-for growths, and nothing seems to be exploding, which is also very nice. I'll get a more in-depth analysis in a few weeks from my GP.
But I am quickly discoving just how not-free our health system is. When the ultra sound was recommended, I was given two options: 1) I could go into the public system and most likely have to wait 6 months for my scan, or 2) I could go private and pay for it myself.
The cost for an ultrasound is $270.
I am lucky enough that I can pay for that. I am aware that many are not. My situation meant that I preferred to have this check done sooner rather than later: it means that any treatment is better informed because the doctors have a clearer idea of what is going on, and I definitely want to get the full treatment underway as soon as possible.
Had I been in a situation that meant I had no choice but to wait for the public system to get around to me, I would most likely be looking at 6 months of intense worry.
It's quite ridiculous because the wait for a private appointment was 3 days.
Anyway, the scan itself was fine. There were two halves: the first half was an external ultrasound done on my belly (which is where the delightful image comes from), and the second half was an internal ultrasound done with a probe up my aforementioned lady garden. For the first half I desperately needed to pee (they insist you drink 4 glasses of water an hour before your appointment), then the second half found myself repeating the mantra 'I am choosing life, I am choosing life'.
Because that's what this whole journey is about. I am taking the stance that the money is not a waste when the outcome is a healthy body and a longer lifespan. The challenges I am about to face - and make no mistake, I am about to face challenges - are in aid of the same thing.
I'm choosing life. I'm swallowing my insecurities and making sacrifices. I'm changing my lifestyle and I'm dealing with all the things I've been avoiding for the last 15 years. It's hard, but if it buys me more time on this planet, then I am willing to do it.