My dear husband wrote on Facebook today, “my baby (aka supermom) is not feeling well. ” which led to a number of inquiries, each wondering how I’m doing.  And then, if I actually answer honestly I’m often met with, “What? I didn’t know about any of that!” meaning, of course, that since they read my blogs they assume they know most everything about me.  Which is somewhat true.  But.

I don’t normally write about stuff like, say, the fluid filled membranous sacs that frequently grow on my ovary.  I know. Ew.  Part of me feels somewhat dishonest, as if I’m sidestepping a large part of my life, especially since their unwanted presence has such an impact on me.  I did mention it once, I think.  It’s just one subject I avoid since experiencing increased traffic, because frankly, who wants to read about that?

Besides, throwing out anything health related usually means one is bombarded with everyone’s opinion about how you should be handling it.  The fact is, many women deal with ovarian cysts.  It’s not like they’re really unusual.  The sad part is, conventional medicine offers nothing beyond “wait and see” and then cutting them out if they get too big, or going in for intravenous antibiotic if they burst.  Preventative measures are nonexistent, besides taking birth control pills.

So, without going into great (boring) detail of all the icky symptoms, for the most part I have learned to cope while learning how to treat them naturally.  But that takes time.  When one does grow rather large, it is apparent to me and I pray that when it bursts it isn’t painful.  Some are, some aren’t.  However, even after that is finished the following weeks continue to be difficult as the toxic fluid is absorbed.  I continue to use natural supplements to keep help my immune system remain strong throughout the additional burden.

And then this week I developed a urinary tract infection that is putting up quite the fight against my arsenal.  Sigh.

So.  There it is.

I’m laying low, which basically means I’m still in my pajamas at lunchtime, laying on the couch spending way too much time online, begging the kids to not make a really huge disaster.

The really good thing about days like this is the increased appreciation I have for the days that I feel good.  I am truly blessed.