Only two months after Timmy and I were married, I had to undergo an emergency operation to remove a large cyst from my right ovary. The surgeon also had to remove one-third of the ovary. It took six weeks to recover.
Meanwhile, I began to have headaches every day. My family doctor, who was the same doctor that delivered me at birth, gave me a prescription for a narcotic to relieve the headaches. It helped somewhat for awhile.
Six months after the operation, I had yet another large ovarian cyst. This time it was on the left side, and again the surgeon had to remove one-third of my left ovary.
While I was recovering in the hospital, with Timmy by my side, the doctor calmly told us if we planned to have children, we should start trying now. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sure I wanted children...someday, but we were still newlyweds, and I was barely eighteen years old. I kept thinking what if I can never conceive?
So after my six weeks recovery, again, we began monitoring my temperature everyday, and charting it on the graph that the doctor had given to me. If I had a rise in my temperature, that was suppose to indicate ovulation, the best time to conceive. Sometimes, I never had a temperature rise, which meant that I likely didn't ovulate that month. Finally I became pregnant! I was so excited. Now we will have a child. I told everyone I knew, including the regular customers at Dairy Queen. One week later, I miscarried. It was the worst feeling I had ever known. And since everyone knew I was pregnant, they'd make comments about when the baby was due, and what are we going to name it? It was excruciating to have to tell them "There is no baby."
The doctor said we couldn't try again for three months. That was the longest three months of my life!
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