My husband and I were packing to move across the country when I started to feel pain in my right side. He insisted that I had probably pulled a muscle and that I should just let it go. I usually listen to him, but the pain didn’t go away for several days and my left leg was numb all the way to the knee, so I decided to go to urgent care. They told me it might be appendicitis or a pulled muscle but ordered a CT scan anyway. It turned out to be neither: there was a huge mass on my left ovary, so big that it was pressing on my right ovary (hence the pain) and was all
the way up into my chest cavity. I was immediately scheduled for surgery the following month. That was a year ago, on the 29th of November. The surgeon said I had a fluid-filled cyst and he would have to drain 5 litres of fluid before he could remove my poor deformed left ovary. The surgeon also said that if it ruptured on it’s own, it would be bad news. Thanks to not listening to my husband, I am alive and well (although we never moved as we had originally planned).
