This morning, I had another appointment with RE#3. I was less interested in the ultrasound than I was with getting the results of my second blood draw to test my prolactin levels. But everything has to be suspenseful, so we did the ultrasound first.
All is quiet on the ovary front - exactly where it should be. That's two straight, normal scans. This is wonderful news, and a rare occurrence for me. It means that the birth control I'm currently on is working to keep my follicles from growing too large.
After the ultrasound, we received the blood work results from test 2: higher. In fact, my levels almost doubled with the second test. You'll remember from my previous post that this is what I wanted. This would be a definitive diagnosis for why this is happening.
So . . . now what?
I have another blood draw on Friday and an MRI on Monday. We need to rule out a tumor on my pituitary gland, called a prolactinoma. But tumor or no tumor, RE#3 will most likely start me on bromocriptine and eventually take me off of the birth control once my hormone levels have reached an acceptable level to where my ovaries will not produce cysts.
As weird as all of this sounds, this is good news. Yes, that's right. I think it's good news, despite the fact that I may have a tumor in my brain. This is what infertility does to you. When you've been in pain for a long time, when you've exhausted your resources, when you've spent thousands of dollars trying to figure out what the hell your body is doing wrong, an answer is good news. Having a doctor who legitimately cares is good news. Being told that your pain is curable is good news. Being told you could possibly live your life off hormones is good news.
And this is what I'm happy about tonight.