Some thoughts and discussions from me.

Heads up: it’s about to get REAL personal up in here.

It was January 31st, 2007, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was in my final semester of college and was driving home from my final class that day – a 300 level communications class, where I sat next to my best friend, Kori, and chatted with her just as much as I listened to the professor. During class, I noticed my phone light up with a weird number flashing on the screen, but I ignored it thinking they must be calling the wrong number. Then on the way home, I saw that they had left a voicemail:

“Hi Paige. This is Nurse _______ at _______ medical facility. The pap you had done last week came back abnormal, and we need you to call us back ASAP.”

Naturally, my heart started racing the moment she said “ASAP,” and I got home as fast as I could so that I could call them back. As soon as I pulled into my drive way, I called my doctor back to find out that I had abnormal, pre-cancerous cells on my cervix, caused by the human papilloma virus. Immediately, I started getting faint.

“Does that mean I have cancer?!” I practically screamed at the nurse delivering me this information.

“Not necessarily,” she answered, which did absolutely nothing to calm my anxiety, which was climbing as high as the Mt. Everest.

I can remember lying down on the couch for what seemed like hours, just breathing. Already, all of the worst possible scenarios were fleeting through my mind, and you can imagine how much help Web MD was when I finally peeled myself off the couch to check it out. (For the record, the answer is none. Web MD is NEVER any help, unless you find it helpful for an interwebz tool to convince you you’re going to die. Heck, you might already be dead according to it’s handy dandy diagnostic tool!)

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Thinking back, Shane (who then was just my boyfriend) actually blocking WebMD from the computers I used, because he knew how much it freaked me out.

Aside from thinking I was going to die, I also remember feeling an overwhelming amount of shame. HPV is not only the leading cause of cervical cancer in women, but it’s also transmitted sexually. This was before HPV was more talked about and also before the vaccine. I only told my parents, Shane (obviously,) and a couple of my closest friends. I also prayed so much for comfort – and it helped incredibly.

Later, I came to learn that not only is it the most common std, but that nearly ALL sexually active men and women  get it at some point in their lives because HPV can be passed without any signs or symptoms (source.) Many cases, including the one I had, have no symptoms at all, aside from being able to cause cervical cancer.

Anyway, I had to have a colposcopy done, which is basically a biopsy of the cervix in several areas that shows how severe the irregular, precancerous cells were. It came back CIN 2, which means moderate dysplasia. It also meant that something had to be done, and that something was the LEEP procedure, where the remove the regular cells by removing the outer layer of the cervix.

Neither the colposcopy nor the LEEP procedure were fun. They weren’t the absolute worst things in the world, but they hurt, and the LEEP required some pain meds and a little down time. You can read more about LEEP here. What made it easier were my family, friends, and especially prayer. (I can remember just repeating “Jesus” when getting the colposcopy done.)

After the LEEP procedure, I had to get pap smears done every 3 months until I got 3 consecutive “normal” results back. It took 9 months. After that it dropped to every 6 months, and then finally, the usual 12 month annual exam. There has only been one time where I’ve had an abnormal test since, but I’ve never had a positive HPV test since then. My OB/GYN mentioned that my body probably flushed it from my system.

Well, last week I had an annual exam, and just like them all, two weeks before and week after – until I received my results – I was a big stress ball. Regardless of what’s going on in life, I know that ultimately, I have no say in it. God has a plan, and I just have to trust it, and that helps me not stress out too much. I can still be a positive person amidst stressful times. What will be will be and all that.

But on Saturday, when I went to get the mail, and pulled out a letter from my doctor, I got that same increased heart beat, shortness of breath feeling, until I tore it open to reveal that the results, were, in fact, normal. And I think I did a happy dance then and there at the mail box.

So why am I telling you all of this?

Honestly, I just felt compelled to share my story after my most recent exam.

I remember being SO angry when I first learned I would need to have the LEEP procedure done back in 2007. I’m sure I said “why me?!” more than once. But that’s just a fruitless question regardless of the situation. Perhaps it taught me to be a more calm, less stressed person. I actively pursue a low-stress life and personality because I know stress has so much to do with our immune system. Exercise and healthy eating is a huge part of a healthy life style, but it isn’t everything.

Conversely, I also thought “lucky me,” for having the means, knowledge, and health insurance to get regular check ups.  With there being more than 12,000 cases of cervical cancer and more than 4,000 deaths from it per year, early detection is crucial.

Or maybe it’s so I can share my story, and possibly help other women in a society where speaking about gynecological issues just isn’t PQ.  I have a feeling some women who receive the news of precancerous cervical cells still feel the way I felt 7 years ago – scared and embarrassed. And if one happens to be you or someone you know, I just want to tell you you’re not alone and you shouldn’t be ashamed.

Hopefully that wasn’t tmi for you. I warned ya! Back to regular posting tomorrow Smile

Have you ever had an abnormal pap smear  – or any abnormal test results come back?

How did you deal emotionally with it? What was your experience?