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My Papilloma Testimony – Rebekah

Ovarian Cancer stage 4 at 25 years old. My story of a life of HPV. The beginning . I’m holding the phone and still can’t believe I’m writing this CA125 post. The disease is insidious. It sits quietly, doesn’t stick out, and doesn’t bother or hurt anything. My level was high, but I can’t even imagine how long I lived with the tumour.

A year, or maybe two? Of course, like many girls, I had typical “female” problems, cysts or inflammation. There is no need to be afraid of this, and women face it. The main thing is to treat it on time, which I did.

The shock is that I’m one of those people who barely cuts a finger… and immediately goes to the hospital! Otherwise, you never know 😬

Could you tell me how?

How could it be possible to waste stage 4 OC with such vigilance towards health? Among the main symptoms is distant pain during sexual intercourse. And most importantly, a bloated stomach. I constantly blamed myself for eating a lot; I didn’t understand why my stomach swelled so much from one meal, massage, warm bath or workout.

I wrote off the CA125 pain

My test gynaecologist said that it was psychosomatic… like when there is inflammation, then you have pain, but it deposits in your head. The whole problem is in my thoughts because I am healthy. At first, I thought I should not write so openly and with details. But this needs to be known.

It will help someone and save a life.

Time passed, and over the last few months, my stomach began to feel completely bloated. I again blamed myself for the food. I was thinking about going to an endocrinologist, but the thought crept in that I was intolerant to some foods. And now we are approaching our main station, which gave the impetus to hear a terrible HPV diagnosis…positive test result.

What was next?

At the end of April, I started running to the toilet very often, little by little, as if something was pressing. It reached up to 30 times a day. As soon as I took a drink, I was already running. There were no cuts or pains. Therefore, I was in no hurry to see the doctor. I thought it was normal Cystitis, but for some reason, it’s painless.

This went on for about a month. It came and went.

At one point, I was pressed… my stomach began to pull. I ran to my clinic to the emergency room, and they waved their hand “CYSTITIS, for sure.”… If only I had known where this would lead me, they prescribed me a pile of pills, herbs and no spa.

Surprisingly, the Nospa did not help me.

The pain was nagging and dull, and I endured it for 3 days. I made an appointment with a paid Gynaecologist I had seen for 3 years. I understand that I can’t wait until the appointment. So I called the clinic, and they connected me with a nurse… came without notes.

I’m flying straight from work.

I run into the online clinic local service point, and the doctor looks at me in the chair and says: URGENTLY TO THE HOSPITAL… I was very scared. When I was asking, “What is it?” She said that she couldn’t examine me much because what she saw looked like an ectopic pregnancy, and it could be life-threatening. I run to the hospital in tears and call my loved ones.

They came and brought documents, and the examination lasted a very long time – 6 hours. One surgeon had to manage two rooms of patients in serious and very serious conditions.

Hospital Again

I’m used to going to the hospital for checks if the pain doesn’t go away because they do a full examination, which makes me feel calm. The HPV skin tag surgeons did not understand what the problem was, maybe appendicitis… tests were needed.

There were even suggestions that it was a hematoma from stretching the abdominal muscles during training…

I came for an ultrasound, the doctor was an adult man… there was confusion on his face. He studied the image on the screen for a long time and moved over the stomach… he called another doctor and said he wanted her to come over. But she had already left her shift.

This alarmed me

But still, I thought this was just another inflammation that would quickly be treated for me, and I would go home. At the end of the ultrasound, it was written: a neoplasm was discovered…

The doctors still didn’t understand the HPV problem… I was hospitalised…

I was in the hospital with a cheerful grandmother who took my things and with cool girls who helped me come to my senses. Not understanding the nature of the pain, the doctor decides to perform surgery, diagnostic laparoscopy, through punctures.

They take me away for surgery…as I remember now, the girls wave and say everything will be fine; the nurse smiles and says,

“We’ll get you there soon, don’t worry.”

I especially remember that moment, and now I remember every moment in my life… At first, they couldn’t roll my bed out of the ward. I was stuck… at that moment, an additional patient was put with us (there was no room). The white ceiling flashed before my eyes, like in the movies.

We got caught on a step in the elevator, and my bed swayed sharply. They brought me to the operating room, and there… no one. It was dark, and there was no light. The nurse said, “Did we mix up the operating room? “… At this moment I started to panic… something was going wrong… something was going wrong.