There we were. Back to square one, still no baby and me in the worst pain I’ve ever been in. This time, the RE (#3) called me and said that the only thing left to do is for me to have surgery. He recommended a Gynecological Oncologist, who happened to be my original gynecologist’s wife. What are the odds? I had already been researching endometriosis specialists and had made appointments with the two that are in the state. I told RE#3 that I’d also like to get an opinion from a specialist, he mentioned one of the two. I asked him too have the office make copies of my records to take with me to the oncologist and the specialist.
The next day, I went to my original gyno to ask him to fax his wife my records. He looked me in the eye and said, “she’s aggressive, she’ll take it all out”. He faxed everything for me anyway (I already had his surgical report from 2011). The office is not far from RE#3, so I went there to get a copy of my records that were supposed to be ready, they weren’t. They told me I had to submit it in writing and wait a week and pay for copies. Finally, I told them I was going to see the doctors RE#3 referred me to and I was almost about to cause a scene (with I usually don’t do in public). Of course, then it was OK. So, I had to sit there, on the verge of tears and a little embarrassed and wait. I started to cry in the waiting room, so they brought me in the back, where there were less people there. I got my composure back pretty quickly until my favorite nurse came over. I told her I was done, needing surgery and it just seemed like all hope was lost. Now it was time to get MY quality of life back.