After two months of worry and little sleep, two ultrasounds, an endometrial biopsy and a hysteroscopy, I DO NOT HAVE cancer! I have "simple hyperplasia," which is treated with Prometrium.
Of course, I had to go off the Humira for the two weeks before and after the hysteroscopy and when my immune system figured out there was some healing to do, I went into a flare. I'm coming out of it, though. Restarted Humira last Friday; next dose on Monday.
My oncologist said I was lucky. I call it divine providence--a sign that I still have things to accomplish in this life--and a second chance I intend to take full advantage of.
A friend said the Prometrium was "heavy". I said I went through two plus years of horrible fatigue and pain before I was diagnosed with PsA, another year of near- to full-nausea when I injected methotrexate and over two years of 24/7 pain before I got my bionic arm, not to mention injecting a biologic for the last year plus. If the Prometrium gives less than that, I'm calling it good. She said I had a point.
Happy fall, y'all.
