I found a lump in my ladybits in January. Dang!
I spoke to my pdoc about whether that was something I could afford to ignore? No. Double Dang.
So I went to a lady GP and she gave me a referral for anl gyno. That’s a problem (putting it mildly). I negotiated.
We agreed to do a blood test and a pap smear, and get a ultrasound instead of going straight for the gyno-hell. And essentially, she was incredibly patient and let me cry and shake my way through the smear and I had my mum drive me to and from the appointment.
The referral for the USS is still sitting on my counter. Can’t. Just can’t. But since the bloods are normal, and the smear was normal? I’ve talked myself into simply giving it a few more months to plan the appointment and the support I’ll need before, during and after.
I think maybe the only way round this? Is to go straight through it. So I’m trying to balance the need for planning and self-care with making sure I do, ultimately, get it checked out in a reasonable time. My pdoc will probably hospitalise me in the trauma ward for support for the week, because there’s really no way of avoiding the fact that yes, it’s incredibly distressing, but yes, it also needs to be done.