Hello everyone,
I had my leep procedure done last week, unfortunately the only time I could get an appointment was before the holidays. Its Thanksgiving today and I still feel awful and depressed. I don’t know how to explain this to you, but the memories from the doctor’s office while he was doing the procedure are still haunting me. I can bear the pain pretty well, but the smell of burning flesh … even though the whole thing didn’t last for more than 20 minutes, I feel like I went through a surgery without any anesthesia.
I know that this needed to be done, I was at CIN3 stage and leep procedure probably saved my life from cervical cancer, but why do I still feel emotionally so disturbed? I cry so often that I didn’t want the rest of my family to see me in a state like this. How long will this last?
Happy Thanksgiving,
Julie
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Hello Julie... this type of procedure can be traumatizing to some females. It isn't a pleasant type of thing to be aware of while it is being done. Personally, I would've passed out from it. I think you are having a normal reaction from the whole thing, but you can and should talk to others about it, especially women who have gone through it. This will help you realize you aren't the only one who had a negative experience by the whole thing. I don't think medical personnel are too sensitive to the fact that this procedure can be upsetting to the patient.
Has anyone else who is reading this have the leep procedure and would be willing to talk about it?
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It was a very uncomfortable set up. I have had my coloscopy done in the past with no issues. This set up was very painful and uncomfortable. I was told I would feel pinches from the numbing of my cervix. I felt many more painful deep pinches. My heart was racing and I got tears in my eyes.
I have to go back for my results. The LEEP procedure was not a good one at all!
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I can’t believe it’s 2022 and we’re doing procedures like this?? How is this possible.
They had to electrically ground me. Seriously. I had a huge patch on my leg that was connected to a machine and felt the current going through my body. They attached a suction in between my legs to “capture the smoke” from the burning.
It was a procedure straight out of Frankenstein.
It also didn’t help that I was in an operating room in the basement of the hospital, like I didn’t matter. It was all 1960-70 tile on the walls. Avocado color. All the instruments were laid out on a side table for me to see.
Allllll the instruments.
I saw everything.
Absolutely horrific.
Cannot believe it happened this way. After jumping off the table and bursting into tears from the pain (they hit a nerve with the lidocaine needle) I just laid there and counted the holes in the ceiling tiles praying for it to be over. You know what they gave me for pain, a squeeze ball. A god damn squeeze ball. There was no pain meds.
As I was laying there crying, a nurse was holding my hand. She was wonderful. She told me, I know honey…if you need to scream, you scream.
I don’t have the words. None.
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