It was a Saturday afternoon in college, I was fooling around naked with my boyfriend – and myself – and suddenly, I found something. Something new, something that definitely struck me as not good: a bump on the inside of my labia majora, one that definitely had NOT been there just a few days earlier. It didn’t hurt, but all the same: it was there. I started freaking outand insisted my boyfriend try to feel it too – and he could – but he didn’t freak out. He said it was probably nothing.
IT’S NOT NOTHING!!! I insisted. It was bump that had grown quickly, one that I could even actually see with a mirror! I didn’t have any STDs, and neither did my boyfriend. (We’d both been tested.) So what was it? The only thing I could think of was: a tumor. Some evil, poisonous, potentially deadly, foreign lump in my vagina.
I couldn’t let it go, and because it was the weekend, I couldn’t see my gynecologist for two days. I remember going and seeing bands with my bf that night, and not enjoying myself at all because I was convinced something was very, very wrong with me. I imagined medical procedures of all sorts, having to take medical leave from college, having to tell my family.
I woke up at the dot of 8 on Monday morning and called my gyno, stating that I’d found a growth of some sort. They said to come in in a couple hours, and of course I did.
I’m lucky in that my gyno is awesome, nice, friendly, and compassionate, all of which I really needed at the moment. I got on the table, she pointed a bright light at my vagina and poked around, and found the bump. And! Instead of telling me bad news, asking for a biopsy or anything else potentially terrifying, she told me that it was nothing terribly unusual! She described it as a sort of harmless cyst: an oil gland under the skin had gotten clogged, essentially forming a pimple on my vulva. (I know, ew, but better than the alternatives.) And, much like a pimple, it could be squeezed and popped. The gyno wiped me with some sterile wipe and squeezed the bump – which, I’ll admit, hurt so badly I almost gagged – and wiped me off with another sterile wipe.
End of bump, end of freaking out. I’d walked into the doctor’s office a terrified wreck, I walked out happy, majorly relieved, and only slightly in pain. Furthermore, I’d learned a lesson: just because something seems wrong, doesn’t mean that it’s something bad – keep your cool ’cause it might be nothing. See your doctor before going crazy, and think positively.
Have you ever thought something was really wrong with you? What would you do if you felt a weird lump down there (or anywhere else)? Tell me about your biggest health scares in the comments!