This is the story of my lump, but it starts many years ago (starting to sound like a fairytale already). When I had my first baby I was determined that I would work at maintaining a flat stomach. I didn't want to look like I was three months pregnant unless I really was. I noticed that several of my girlfriends had not lost that last little bit of pudge after having their first baby. No, I didn't become an avid workout freak. Like everyone else I had my ups and downs. However, I did have my one isometric exercise I would do if I felt my stomach need some extra work (after menopause if becomes a downhill battle).
Life moves forward and I go through menopause. Nature seems to fight against you once you stop those periods. My hips broaden and my stomach muscles didn't work quick as well. This past summer I felt a lump in my abdomen that didn't seem functional. My thought was maybe it was a muscle or maybe scare tissue from an old c-sections. I pondered it for awhile then decided to check with an expert on anatomy, my doctor.
It took me awhile to make the appointment because I felt silly fussing over a lump. I knew it would worry me if I didn't talk to an expert, so I made the appointment. My doctor poked my stomach in several places if this hurt or that hurt. It didn't, but I was beginning to think it would if she didn't stop poking me pretty soon. The doctor decided the best thing to do was get an ultrasound. I think the ultrasound ended causing me more discomfort than the doctors poking.
I was surprised how quickly the doctor received the results. I was in to see her the next day. She said there was a mass in the uterus. I recalled that several years previous an HMO had told me that I had a cyst, but didn't recommend anything. When the doctor heard that she had me get a blood test, CT scan, and see a surgeon.
