Today my mother had a cyst removed from her ovaries that was roughly the size of a football. This was a surprise, since we were all under the impression that it was more the size of a softball. Ew either way, although Brian says he’s heard of a case involving a cyst the size of a MEDICINE ball.
Doctors always win gross-out story contests.
But the best news, of course, is that Mom’s cyst was benign. All previous tests had pointed to this, but it was a relief to get the confirmation. Our good friend and next-door neighbor in Pittsburgh died from ovarian cancer just a few weeks after we moved to Utah, and it was difficult not to think about her slow decline when thinking about my mom’s case.
I couldn’t think about my dad being left alone. So I didn’t — strangely, although I am something of a worrywart, I’m good about putting stress aside when it’s something I can’t do anything about. And now I don’t have to think about it at all. Hooray!
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Hooray! We went and visited her today and one of the doctors came in and called it “the size of a small bowling ball”! Not even kidding. Glad your mom is ok!!
A bowling ball?!? Why must doctors always use the sports equipment analogies? And I don’t think there’s even such a thing as a small bowling ball.
Although, you gotta admit, “Bowling for Tumors” would make for a wicked good room in a haunted house . . .
I’m so glad things turned out so well.
I am grossed out, but happy that everything is ok.
I am so happy for you!! Hooray for happy things!
So, if not for the sports analogy . . . what would we use food? Dance?
It was as big as a cantaloupe!
It was as big as a stage light!
Hmmmm. . . . definitely not funny enough . . .
It was as big as a tumor that was as big as a . . .
Dang, this pregnancy is just killing my funny!
My mom had a cyst the size of watermelon removed. Not pleasant at all. Glad to hear your mom is recovering though.