After that operation all I could do was wait and see whether it had worked, if it had worked I would have got a period and although it sounds mad I spent the next 4 months begging to bleed but nothing came and my gynaecologist said he would do a laparoscopy on me to make sure everything was ok and if it wasn't he would mend it there and then via a laparotomy so on August 12th, 2003 I underwent this operation but I was told that I would only be in a week but because they had had to do a laparotomy I was in for 3 weeks again. This time it wasn't as bad as I could get out of bed after a couple of days and could get outside in a wheelchair. So that's what I did for 3 weeks spent most of it sat in the hospital gardens txting people, especially one person, my best friend Gavin. We had met through a website on the internet, and started chatting, swapped phone numbers and chatted on the phone, I'd told him I was going into hospital and what was wrong with me, and to my huge surprise he knew what I was talking about, and he was the first person I'd told who I hadn't had to explain things to! He really cheered me up, told me all about his past and I told him about mine and we became the best of friends then he became my boyfriend and he has really helped me through the past 9 months of my life.
In November I got my first period and I was ecstatic because that meant the operations had worked. I was so relieved! I went back for an MRI scan in February 2004 and the results came back from that and still nothing had changed, neither operation had worked. I was seriously confused because then I had the question of why I was bleeding! I went back to speak to my gynaecologist in Leeds and he said that they had expected my womb to shrink after my second operation and it hadn't and that was why I was still bleeding. He also said that there was nothing more he could do for me I would have to have a hysterectomy, so that is what I am facing in December of this year.