The Gynecologst Visit

My gynecologist unexpectedly died in early February. He was in his early 40s. Although I'd only been to him a couple of times I was just as devastated as his other patients were. So, not only was I going to the GYN because something was wrong, I was going to a new gynecolgist I didn't even know. I was apprehensive, to say the least.

I told Molly the nurse all my period-related symptoms. She told me to make sure I told the doctor. I did. He said "Well, we'll try and find out what's causing that." I jokingly asked "Could it possibly be because I'm 44?" He and Molly both laughed. He said it's possible but he didn't want to say anything yet. I told him I was perfectly aware of the fact that I'm 44. We joked a little more about being 44 (he is, too) and how getting older sucks. He did the PAP smear. No problem. I couldn't tell, though, if the exam was taking longer than usual because I hate it so much and it was just my imagination, or if it really was taking longer. I later realized it wasn't my imagination. When he was finished with the internal, he pressed down on my abdomen. I could tell by the look on his face we weren't going to be joking anymore.

He told me I had an enlarged uterus and I needed to have an ultrasound. He told me we'd talk about everything after that.