Hi. Hoping to get some perspective/other experiences.
Firstly, I'm sorry if I come over melodramatic or over the top. In my defence I very nearly died of a post op pulmonary embolism in 2018 and the PTSD it left me with partially manifests itself as health anxiety.
Basically I'm terrified I have ovarian cancer.
Symptoms started last November when one evening I started needing a wee every 30 minutes. Went to the GP saying I thought I had a UTI, but tests came back negative. It eventually disappeared, only to return a few weeks later and has been off and on every few weeks ever since. It is most definitely currently on. The frequent trips to the loo have gone now, but the pain/inflammation feeling very low down in my pelvis (there's a definite vertical line of pain/burning which I assume is my urethra) and at either side (sometimes radiating down my legs) has gotten worse and my cycle has suddenly reduced over the last 2 months from 33 days to 25 (with some seriously bad, doubled over in agony, period pains).
On my 3rd visit to the GP (about 2 weeks ago) they started to take me a bit more seriously and sent off some bloods. My CA125 has come back elevated at 45 or 49 (can't remember which as I was a bit blindsided), the cut off being 35, and I now needed an urgent scan - which is booked for the 29th.
Although the GP said Ovarian Cancer was unlikely (pre-menopausal, no family history etc.) I've been experiencing other symptoms such as air hunger (off and on) for a couple of weeks and fatigue that hits me like a train most days (GP checked my for anemia/b12/d which were OK) .
I keep adding up all the symptoms and coming to the same conclusion, that I have ovarian cancer, and that considering the symptoms started in November and it's a disease that is notorious for not showing symptoms until it's later stages it must be pretty advanced by now, and I'm up *** creek so to speak.
I am so scared that I've withdrawn into myself and can't speak to anyone. I'm just having horrid thoughts constantly running through my head - sitting in the consultant's room being told the awful diagnosis, having to tell my daughter etc. My head is spinning.
