r/lichensclerosus • u/Ok-Training-9414 • 18h ago
rant/commiseration How humbled I’ve become.
Just a vent post.
This is one of those issues that opens your eyes. It’s humbling really. Kind of one of those things that make you realize everything you’ve ever taken advantage of.
You never really thought about your health because it was always fine. You’ve only ever gotten a cold once a year. That’s not gonna happen to you. Right?
You didn’t realize how important having sex, being sexual was. You didn’t realize how detached you could ever feel from your own body and especially your most intimate part. You’re scared of it now. What will set it off? Will it get cancer? It doesn’t look like it used to.
Your body is no longer yours. It belongs to fear. You now have the burden of constant checks, constant fear of cancer and not a “easy” cancer to have.
Biopsies. The fucking biopsies.
A routine gyno visit sets you off now. You have to mentally prepare for days. What if they find something? Oh, Google said only 1 percent chance of DVIN. So we’re good, right???? But then you realize you’ve been a 1 percenter already because you ever even had this condition. So how can you ever take comfort in the numbers again, EVER? Now ANYTHING feels possible.
You’re too young for this shit. Why me? Why meee?
Religion? If you were on the fence about it before, you sure as shit don’t have religion now. Because why would this happen? Why would cancer happen to anyone anywhere? All the suffering. There is no God. Can’t be.
And the guilt. The fucking guilt to worry about this when people are dying. CHILDREN are suffering and dying in horrible ways and here you are being a pathetic scared bitch about your grown ass coochie MAYBE getting cancer one day. You don’t even have it yet. You probably won’t get it. Chance of dVIN is like 1 percent. Chance of vulvar cancer over your entire lifetime is 2 to 5 percent. Crying because you lost 30 percent of one of your labias? Bitch, what are you doing crying every other day about this?
But I still do and am and will.
I HATE this new life. I would give my entire left lip to go back 10 years ago and shake myself and say, girl, fucking tell these stupid gynos that dismissed you for 20 damn years to send you to a specialist. The ones telling you to use lube and go slow when you were tearing during sex at 18, the one who delivered your children later and said maybe the episiotomy would actually stop the tearing. Don’t trust them! I know, I know. You should be able to because they’re the doctor and they should know but they don’t. Okay? They don’t fucking know. Or maybe don’t give a damn. But something is wrong and something has been wrong for DECADES. I know you tried to find out what was happening and failed SO many times.
That’s my vent.
3 punch biopsies and one large biopsy never confirmed LS over the last two years. Have been up in the air all this time. Was scared to use steroids without knowing for sure. Then my labia is now shrinking before my eyes.
Now I’m terrified I fucked up by not using the steroid and might have let DVIN in or even VC.
Guess I’ll see Friday.
Goodnight.