It never rains but it pours.
Today I received the results if my Cardiac Perfusion Scan. As many of you may know, I've just started Premarin after a hellish 17 months mainly without HRT following my Oopherectomy (I also have previously had a hysterectomy at 36, I'm 47 now).
The results show an area of reversible perfusion, and the cardiologist recommends that I start Clopigrogrel and Bisoprolol, and that he is seeing me shortly back in clinic to discuss the findings. To say I am deeply upset and depressed about this is a massive understatement. Just 2 years ago, I was fit and healthy and used to enjoy walking with my Husband. Since the oopherectomy, I have to be honest and say that I've progressively become a total wreck, a complete shell of the person I once was both physically and mentally. In both ways, I don't even recognise myself any more. I was hoping that starting the Premarin might start to give me a little quality of life back, and now this.
I'm assuming ahead of an appointment I will be booking with my GP (hopefully Monday - and I'll be going to see someone else at the practice, not the female GP I've been seeing lately as I'm sick of her patronising manner), that I'll probably now have to stop it. I was already very depressed about being on this drug anyway - I just don't like the increased risk profile of it. The Menopause Consultant was very well aware that I had the cardiac perfusion scan results outstanding, so I was surprised he chose to put me on it anyway.
I'm on a tiny dose of 0.3mg, and to be honest although it's early days, I feel nothing but totally crap on it. Not even a glimmer of a sign of symptom relief after 11 days from hot flushes or night sweats. I'm bloating horribly after eating. My moods are still horrible (probable even more depressed than I was). I now have severe reflux that I haven't had before and cramps in my calf muscles.
This is all too much. I actually said to Hubby today that I don't think there's much point carrying on anymore. In recent weeks, I've ended up in A & E, been referred to a psychiatrist and also had 'the incident' that I previously wrote about in another thread I started. I think I've reached the end of the road.
I can't live with HRT, and I can't live without it. My body seems to hate it in whatever form I try, but if I go without it the physical deterioration is getting alarmingly worse. I'm pretty sure there is also now something going drastically wrong with my waterworks too. Peeing is taking about 10 minutes to complete, and I have to spend about half an hour on the loo before bed each night or else I have to get up out of bed again as soon as I get in. The GP is still withholding the vaginal HRT.Patches of my hair are falling out. My skin is unbearably dry and itchy. My heart races scarily whenever I exert myself. And my hip joints are excruciatingly painful in the mornings.
Hubby has been at home with me since Tuesday (thank heavens). It's been a week since my Psychiatrist sent me to A & E in an ambulance as he was alarmed by my physical deterioration. I spoke to the GP when I got home then and she said she would be in touch as soon as she got the A & E report. We've heard nothing.
All in all, a total misery memoir so please excuse me. We did go out today, and I sat by one of our marvellous Loch's here in Scotland and sent out a prayer that something HAS to change for the better soon, surely? And then we got home I found the Cardiology result letter on the doormat.....
If anyone can cast just a glimmer of hope that I might actually still be able to take the HRT (even though it's not working at this paltry dose), I'd be glad to hear your thoughts.
Sorry to pour it all out here ladies, but I really have nowhere else to turn (and I'm definitely not phoning the 19 year old 'support worker' that they assigned me at the CMHT, even though I'm feeling so low. Dealing with her just makes me even more depressed).
Thank you for listening and being here. It's really very much appreciated.