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A Holy Place

Eight years ago my wife Ann was hospitalized for a life-threatening bleed in her brain. I sat in vigil at her bedside for many hours through the days and nights as she lay there in pain, unable to move, barely able to whisper. I was afraid that I would lose my wife – and my young boys their mother. But early one morning Ann spoke one sentence to me, and the heavy feeling of worry that had filled my chest suddenly evaporated. In its place was a wonderful certainty my wife would be okay. A shunt had been placed by the neurosurgeon to alleviate the pressure on Ann’s brain. The shunt slowly dripped out blood-tinged cerebral spinal fluid the entire week. I watched from my chair next to Ann’s bed as, drop by drop, the fluid fell into the collecting system. The fluid had a reddish color at first. As the days passed, the fluid gradually clarified to a pinkish tinge. Finally one morning the fluid had the healthy hue of fine champagne. Ann was still in such pain she could hardly open her eyes. She squeezed my hand as she woke up and whispered good morning. I tried to cheer her up. “Your cerebral spinal fluid looks so good this morning, I’m tempted to take a sip,” I said wryly. A few moments later Ann responded. “If you swallow….a mouthful,” she croaked, “it will raise your IQ…fifty points.” I was stunned. Immobilized in Intensive care for over a week, my wife had just made a joke. A funny one to boot! I knew then that Ann was going to be alright. Our son Tyler inherited his mother’s courage and sense of humor. Several years ago he was injured in a skiing accident. It was a two-hour ambulance ride to the nearest city hospital. With a fractured bone almost sticking through the skin, Tyler suffered the bumpy ride along the mountain road in agony. Just before Tyler’s surgery, his doctor told him he would need a strong narcotic for the pain. He recommended Vicodin. “Oh, that’s my favorite one,” my twelve-year-old offspring quipped. The surgeon looked shocked. “That’s the one that Dr. House takes.” Tyler grinned as he referenced a family TV favorite about an E.R. doc, “House.” Last week Tyler required another major reconstructive operation, casting a shadow of fear and worry over our household. As a surgeon, I find it far easier to be the one providing care than the one worrying about my loved one. Both roles come with moments of fear. But no matter on which side of the medical relationship I find myself, I know this to be true: The hospital is a holy place. Here in this holy place, we seek help when we or our loved ones are injured or ill. Here in this holy place, gathered together, are people who have dedicated their lives to helping strangers in need. Here in this holy place, Love manifests itself through us in the most concrete of ways – all of us helping one another when we are in desperate need. And here in this holy place, God grants healing and relief. Nevertheless, as a Dad sitting next to my son’s bed before major surgery, I was a bit anxious. Tyler grabbed my hand moments before he was to be wheeled back to the operating room. “Dad, I need you to remember something for me,” Tyler said in a low, intense voice. Unsettled, I leaned forward to listen. “971-32-2745-1994. Write it down.” I fumbled for a pen and wrote the number down, repeating it back to Tyler at his request. Confused, I waited. “If I die, you will be contacted. Give them that code number,” Tyler said. “Within a week, you will receive ten million dollars cash – in untraceable bills.” His face still wore the trace of a smirk as the nurses wheeled him back to surgery. Later, as I sat for hours in the waiting room during the operation, I found myself again worrying. Life can be frightening and painful. We suffer so much, and over the course of a long life, lose what matters to us most – our bodies, and our loved ones. It’s so easy to forget the truth: despite our being biologically mortal, we are spiritually eternal. I remembered Tyler’s last minute joke. It was going to be okay. And so it was. -Dr. Mike Litrel

Michael Litrel, MD, FACOG, FPMRS
Dr. Litrel's Blog

Cocaine or Prayer? How Best to Feel Better

Sixteen years ago, when I first started my private practice, the complaints of some of my patients confused me. Despite normal exams and lab results, a number of women told me they just weren’t feeling well. They didn’t have energy and felt overwhelmed by life. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. The visiting pharmaceutical salesmen, however, came to the rescue. The diagnosis, I learned, was depression. The solution to my patients’ complaints was the pharmaceutical company’s product, taken once a day, every day — forever. In my first year of practice, I selectively began prescribing antidepressants. I was pleased to see that many patients experienced a lifting of their sadness. I continued prescribing depression medication judiciously. Still, the diagnosis and treatment troubled me. Early in my medical training, I had anticipated that psychiatry would be my specialty. The word “psychiatry,” literally translated from the Greek, means “treatment of the soul.” I had entertained the idea of a joint degree at Emory in both medicine and the ministry, so the idea of practicing in the field of medicine that handles the human soul called to me. But I soon learned that the reality of the practice of psychiatry was not what I had imagined. Psychiatric patients were placed on powerful medications with little real understanding of the diagnoses or the mechanism and side effects of the drugs. Now, twenty years later, my work hours and job duties can be demanding and emotionally draining. There are desperate moments in the dead of night when a life is at stake and I am rushing into the operating room. But no matter the hour, I find the cries of a healthy newborn baby a joyful reminder that God is always present in our lives. Obstetrics and Gynecology has proven to be the spiritual field of medicine I was seeking as a young man. I stopped prescribing antidepressants years ago, after a patient who had been on Zoloft came to my office in a desperate state. I found her curled up on the floor of the exam room. Having quit her medication three days earlier, she said she felt like she was going out of her mind. She quickly felt better after resuming the medication. But her withdrawal symptoms were too similar to those I’d seen experienced by addicts. People abuse drugs to be happier, to alleviate their suffering. Antidepressants affect the neurotransmitters in the brain with a mechanism similar to that of cocaine. We all experience sadness in our lives, a sense of confusion about what we are doing, and, at times, an overwhelming feeling of despair. These are normal human emotions that all too often have a spiritual purpose. Drugs supply relief; but are they the solution? Health is not just about vital signs, laboratory findings and medical diagnoses. Part of health is understanding our purpose in life and following that path in our daily actions. When we stray, we are designed to experience unhappiness. After all these years in practice, seeing thousands of patients, it’s been my observation that depression is not a true diagnosis of the body like cancer or pregnancy. It’s a spiritual discomfort to remind us to look deeper at our lives — and to make a change. -Dr. Mike Litrel

Michael Litrel, MD, FACOG, FPMRS
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Cherokee Women’s on Faith and Health

Dr. Litrel is known for making a priority out of praying with his patients before surgery. This is something that many patients appreciate and see as a way of connecting with their doctor on a more personal level. Cherokee Women’s Health on Faith and Health One of our patients had this to say about Dr. Litrel and his strong connection between faith and health: “Dr. Litrel, I am so grateful to have you as my doctor. I wanted to write you this thank you note to tell you how thankful I am that God brought me to you and your practice. I have prayed for a kind, caring, get-to-the-issue doctor for years and my prayer was finally answered. Not only have you made me feel comfortable you have shown and demonstrated to me the love of Christ. I never in a million years would have thought my doctor would pray with me before surgery. And when you did, I knew for a fact that God had His hand over me that day and it brought me complete peace. I could never say thank you enough. Praying that God blesses you, your family and your practice always. That He will continue to give you wisdom and favor in all you do. 1 Corinthians 1:4-9 In His Love.” – Allie S. We invite you to view more videos on our Youtube channel, and be sure to check back often for additions to the page. You can also follow along with us on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram as well.

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Talking to Your Daughter About Her First Gyno Visit

As young girls age and grow into teenagers, preparing them for their first gynecological exam can be a daunting task for parents. Your daughter may not understand why she has to go to the doctor when she feels perfectly fine, so communication is essential when it’s time to sit down and discuss the first visit. Here at Cherokee Women’s Health Specialists, we place a heavy importance on starting young women off on the right track in regards to their health. Timing is Everything It’s very important to listen to clues that will help you determine when your daughter should schedule her first gynecological exam. If your daughter is experiencing heavy or painful periods, is sexually active or has questions that you aren’t quite sure how to answer, scheduling an appointment will introduce her to the important role a gynecologist plays in a woman’s overall health.  Communication is Key When you’ve broached the subject of scheduling an exam, communication is important to maintaining trust. Educating your daughter on what to expect during the visit can help calm nerves and ease her mind. Helping her prepare to answer questions the doctor might ask will take some of the fear of the unknown out of the appointment. Types of questions the doctor might ask are: When was your last period? Are you sexually active? If so, are you using birth control? Are you with one or multiple partners? Do you have any problems with your period such as pain or discharge? Is there any chance you could be pregnant? Encourage your daughter to answer honestly, as everything she shares with her doctor is personal and confidential, and her doctor will be able to give her the best care the more information he or she has. After the Appointment Once the appointment is over, talk with your daughter about it. It is important that your daughter feels she is in a safe, trusting environment. Once she’s had her first visit, help your daughter make annual appointments to keep her on a happy, healthy track. To contact us for an appointment at our Canton or Woodstock offices, please call 770.720.7733 or schedule an appointment online.

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The Art of the Circumcision

By Dr. Michael Litrel A Lousy Way to Start your Day A circumcision is a lousy way to start off life. For a newborn baby boy, the procedure’s only saving grace might be that five minutes of pain must pale in comparison to the agony of being born. Most mothers-to-be receive an epidural to alleviate the pain of labor. For the baby – no pain medication at all. Squeezed from the warm, dark comfort of his mother’s womb, he suffers through a ten-hour marathon of suffocating agony to land in the hands of yours truly. And the next day we meet again, so I can cut the foreskin off his penis. Moms generally like me pretty well. Newborns probably don’t. Making It Look Easy I was taught the art of the circumcision by Paul Taylor, a physician associate at Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta. In his thirty-year career, Paul had probably performed more circumcisions than anyone else in the country. To date I have done only fifteen hundred, a mere ten percent of Paul’s total count. I still consider myself pretty good. But Paul was the best. A year ago, Paul was tragically killed in a bicycle accident. I think of him every time I do a circumcision. Sometimes I am saddened by his untimely passing. But then I focus on the five-minute task at hand, grateful for his lessons almost twenty years ago. When I watched Paul do that first circumcision, I naively commented that it looked pretty easy. “When Jack Nicklaus hits a golf ball 300 yards down the center of the fairway, he makes it looks easy, too,” Paul retorted. Paul was right. There are subtleties to the art of the circumcision that I have come to appreciate. But Paul’s technique has no doubt been responsible for my years of circumcisions unbroken by a single complication. “Give a man a fish, feed him for the day; teach him to fish and feed him for a lifetime.” Alleviating Pain There is, however, one thing I do differently from Paul. When my sons were newborns, it bothered me that they received no pain medication whatsoever. This was the traditional way to perform circumcisions: strap the baby down, cut the foreskin off his penis, and let him cry himself silly. I am proud that I have used pain medication for every circumcision I have ever done. I apply topical pain cream an hour beforehand and also use an injection at the time of the procedure. Yet even though I am diligent in this “alleviate suffering” matter, my babies still cry. So sometimes I resort to another trick Paul showed me. Sugar water on the pacifier works like a charm. The baby sucks happily and usually stops crying. Usually. The take-home message is this: life hurts, no matter what you do. The expectant mother with the epidural still cries when the baby is coming out, and the newborn on Dr. Litrel’s pain medicine cocktail still doesn’t like having his penis cut open. Life’s pain begins when it’s our time to be born. And Life’s suffering ends, just in time for our funeral. How we understand and handle that pain determines who we become. Do we take drugs, or alcohol, or sugar, to get through yet another day? Or do we build spiritual resilience, in understanding the purpose of our short time here on this earth? Those are the questions we answer all our lives. The less we need to take, the more we have to give.

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Must-Have Baby Items for New Parents

If you have been following along on our Facebook page, Babypalooza and our Cutest Baby Contest came to a close on Friday, May 31st. For the last week of Babypalooza, Cherokee Women’s Health Specialists wanted to focus our blog on the top must-have baby products. We know sorting through baby gear can be overwhelming – endless choices! Atlanta-area Moms and Dads want only the best for their little ones, but with the hottest toys and baby gear, how do you choose? We put together a list of items gathered from top parenting websites and reached out to our Twitter followers for responses. Here’s what we came up with: These are just a handful of helpful items for brand new moms and dads. Do you have a must-have baby item that isn’t on this list? We invite you to share with us by leaving a comment below! And be sure to stay tuned when we announce the winners of our Cutest Baby Contest!

Michael Litrel, MD, FACOG, FPMRS
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Crying in the Exam Room

A patient I’d known for twenty years called to let me know her daughter was coming in to see me. She reminded me it had been eighteen years since I’d delivered her “baby girl.” I began to feel old, and I knew right away this was going to be a difficult appointment. For me. Baby Olivia had just returned from her first year of college. After gaining the traditional “freshman fifteen,” she had begun to suffer the effects, with her menstrual cycles becoming painful and irregular. One month she would miss her period, and the next bleed heavily for fifteen days. The cramps were so severe, she sometimes had to stay in her dorm room in bed. Her grades and social life had deteriorated. An ultrasound confirmed the obvious culprit, ovarian cysts. But I knew the underlying problem was her weight gain. Fat tissue can throw off a woman’s menstrual cycle; it introduces excess estrogen into the hormonal milieu. A high school cheerleader, Olivia had entered college almost underweight, so she wasn’t medically obese – just overweight for her small figure. As I reviewed the photos from her ultrasound, I debated with myself about how to broach the subject. No woman responds well to critical conversations about her weight, particularly a young woman struggling emotionally with the reflection she sees in the mirror. But I was confident that my extensive experience as a board certified OB/GYN, coupled with a natural soft touch with the opposite gender, gave me the requisite skill set to negotiate the conversational landmine. Olivia’s mom would be grateful she sent her daughter my way. Olivia began to sob as soon as I opened my mouth. Every exam room has a box of tissues for when my “conversational skill set” falls short. I handed Olivia some tissues and apologized for hurting her feelings. She reassured me it wasn’t what I had said that bothered her. She told me her story. Roommates Share Olivia and her roommate Sara started the year best of friends. They studied and ate together and went to parties with each other on the weekends. They even shared each other’s clothing. The stress of schoolwork and being away from home took its toll on Olivia. Sara was always ready to listen. Sara always had had snacks in the room – Oreos, Pop-Tarts, Doritos, Hershey’s chocolate and Coke. Olivia was free to help herself anytime she wanted. The comfort food made Olivia feel better. Any time Olivia was upset, Sara handed her something yummy. As the months went by, Olivia’s weight crept up, and her clothing became tighter. In her second semester when her periods began going haywire, she resigned herself to wearing sweats and baggy shirts. Sara kept her petite figure the entire year and took full advantage of Olivia’s unused clothing. It was toward the end of the school year that Sara made a shocking confession. She had filled their dorm room with snack food and encouraged Olivia’s overindulgence so Olivia would not fit into her clothing. “You had such nice things to wear, I couldn’t resist,” Sara told her with a laugh. Olivia’s problem wasn’t just weight gain; it was also an evil roommate. Life is painful enough without betrayal from those you trust. And yet betrayal is at the root of many of our medical problems. Making You Feel Good Smoking is a good place to start this conversation because most of us know it is the number one lifestyle choice that adversely affects our health. We know cigarettes are bad, but many continue to smoke. That’s because cigarettes are addictive. Yes, they lead to cancer and heart disease, but there is undeniably something about them that makes us feel good. Despite thirty years of evidence showing that the tobacco industry was not only purposefully increasing the addictive properties of their product, but also marketing them directly toward children, the tobacco industry successfully fought off all litigation. By the 1990’s, astronomical amounts of money had been spent caring for patients whose illnesses were the direct result of tobacco abuse. These were dollars often directly funded by the taxpayer as Medicare or Medicaid expenses. Finally, Attorney Generals from multiple states successfully brought a class action lawsuit, and in 1998 the tobacco industry agreed to pay 206 billion dollars to the states over twenty-five years. They also agreed to get rid of advertising icons, such as the Marlboro Man and Joe Camel, specifically designed to attract and addict the next generation of smokers. After smoking, what we choose to eat is the number two lifestyle choice that adversely affects our health. The typical American diet leads directly to obesity, heart disease, cancer and stroke. Many of the products sold on the shelves of our grocery store or in restaurants are virtually addictive. They don’t create a physical addiction in the same way that nicotine does, but in the book Salt Sugar Fat, author Michael Moss details exactly how the food industry has focused on creating mouth-watering products that are essentially irresistible. In 1990, Philip Morris, the tobacco giant responsible for almost half of the cigarette sales in the United States, purchased food giants Kraft and General Foods, and with these acquisitions began to control ten cents of every dollar Americans spend on groceries. Consuming salt, sugar, and fat, in the right combinations, with the perfect “mouth feel,” is like smoking cigarettes. And that’s why it’s impossible to eat only one Dorito or Oreo or McDonald’s French fry. The Pillsbury Doughboy, the Keebler elf, and Ronald McDonald smile like old friends but are actually evil roommates. New Choices I recommended a plant-based diet for Olivia, so she would become healthy again. I alerted her that if she didn’t lose the weight, she might suffer from infertility or eventually need surgery. Anything wrapped in plastic, containing sugar, fat, preservatives, or artificial flavors, was off-limits, no matter how delicious. The change would be tough at first, but the choice would prove life-changing. I also began

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Help Us Raise Awareness for Obstetric Fistula

May 23rd, 2013 marked the United Nation’s very first International Day to End Obstetric Fistula, a day dedicated to raising global awareness about obstetric fistula and commemorating the UNFPA’s Campaign to End Fistula. What is Obstetric Fistula? According to the UNFPA’s website, obstetric fistula is “a hole in the vagina or rectum caused by prolonged labor – often for days at a time – without treatment.” Because the fistula causes women to leak urine or feces, or both, they live in a world of social isolation and shame, often coinciding with depression and deepening poverty. If left untreated, fistula can lead to chronic medical problems. How You Can Help If you’re interested in getting involved with the Fistula Foundation, you can do so in a number of ways: Self-Awareness – Learn more about the Fistula Foundation and how much the obstetric fistula community has evolved over the past decade by visiting their website. Education – You can educate others through gifts in the Dignity Gift catalog or join the Fistula Foundation’s Circle of Friends, a group of fistula ambassadors raising awareness and funds for treatment. Play a Game – Play Half the Sky Movement: The Game for just a few minutes a day and your in-game actions translate into actual fistula repair surgeries for women around the world. Raise Money – Donate to the Fistula Foundation. From now until June 6th, every donation made through this link to the Fistula’s Raise for Women Challenge page will count toward helping the organization win a bonus grant of $40,000! You can also start your own fundraising campaign which will count toward the Fistula Foundation’s campaign total. To learn more about Obstetric Fistula, please visit the Fistula Foundation’s website. Image taken from The Fistula Foundation’s website.

Michael Litrel, MD, FACOG, FPMRS
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Talladega Time

One False Move Recently, my son Tyler and I went to Talladega Superspeedway in Alabama to drive a NASCAR race car, in celebration of his nineteenth birthday. Under the watchful eye of a professional driver in the passenger seat, we took turns driving a race car around the world’s fastest track. Standing five stories high and banked at 33 degrees, the Talladega track allowed us to reach speeds that topped 170 miles per hour. Driving that fast felt just like my early experiences in the operating room; I was both exhilarated and frightened. One false move would spell disaster. When I was a young doctor, the drama of life-and-death situations appealed to me. Adrenaline coursed through my body as I directed the operating room team, scalpel in hand, barking out orders like a sergeant to his troops under enemy fire. I think as a young man I enjoyed feeling important. I’ve never liked braggarts, so I hope I projected some modesty. But I was charged up by the drama and my role in it, and in retrospect, I suspect I swaggered around the operating room despite myself. Nowadays, I never swagger, and I don’t feel important, either. Mostly I am highly concerned to the point of being terrified. Racing To Save a Life This Wednesday morning, a call from the delivery room nurse woke me up at four. A laboring patient had just arrived at hospital. She was bleeding, nowhere close to delivering, and her baby’s heart rate was faltering. Her baby was dying. I told the nurse to set up the operating room for an emergency c-section. I ran to my car and screeched out of my driveway. It was Talladega time. I am careful when I drive fast. I gathered speed, hazard lights flashing, punching a few red lights along the empty road before finally opening up my engine. My speedometer crawled into some high numbers. Already this week I had witnessed the unexpected loss of an 18-week-old pregnancy, and the pain a mother and family experience when hope is shattered. I didn’t want to see any more. This wasn’t fun like a birthday lap around the racetrack with my son. When I reached the hospital, I ran up the stairs, arriving just as the patient was being placed on the operating room table. By the time I had washed my hands and caught my breath, the anesthesia team had done their job. I could make the incision. In less than a minute, the baby’s head could be lifted free. The baby’s arm, when I grasped it, had the muscle tone of a live baby, not the terrifying ragdoll floppiness that signifies unconsciousness, or even death. This baby was okay. I breathed a sigh of relief and profound thanks. However, my blood pressure remained elevated the rest of the day. Grief and Joy I became a doctor because I wanted to be in people’s lives in those moments I believe really matter. I was drawn to OB/GYN because I am awed to witness the miracle of birth, and drawn to help in the sudden emergencies that require my utmost concentration and ability. The moment when a baby is ready to leave his or her mother’s body, so much is at stake. Will we celebrate the miracle or grieve the tragedy? But as I have matured, I have come to understand this: every moment of our life hangs in the balance. We are just as much at the junction of life and death in this very moment as we are in any surgical emergency. We live biologically mortal lives, and none of us are promised tomorrow. We are racing around a track, always at that point of losing control, never knowing when our lives will be shattered. Life is fragile. The image of the baby’s death earlier in the week, and my patient’s grief, dogged my thoughts that day like a fragment of a song I couldn’t shake from my mind. How does a family survive the loss of a baby, just before the baby shower? As we endeavor to relieve our suffering, we reach out for answers. When we pay attention, God does answer, and the answer is always the same. Our lives are not biological accidents – they are spiritual inevitabilities. We are each a manifestation of God’s Love, and we are thus each blessed with spiritual immortality. Grief – no matter the pain – is a spiritual gift, once we understand. As we heal, we see this simple truth: the tears we shed at funerals are the confetti used in Heaven. -Dr. Mike Litrel

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Oh Boy (or Girl)! A Party!

One of the most exciting parts of the baby-planning process can be finding just the right baby shower theme to help celebrate your little one’s arrival. With the extreme success of Pinterest, soon-to-be Moms can plan out every single detail, including the color scheme, food served (cupcakes or cake pops, anyone?), games played and the overall theme of the event. So without further ado, Cherokee Women’s Health Specialists has put together some of our favorite baby shower themes from Pinterest and a few other great internet sources:  Animals Owls, giraffes, elephants and other wildlife have and will continue to be a huge trend in baby shower themes. Baby animals typically incite an uncontrollable “Awww” from even the manliest of men, and it’s no surprise that baby animals are a favorite for baby showers. Modern color combinations like aqua and soft pink and yellow and gray keep the theme updated and oh-so-cute. Birds have been a popular theme, with a play on words of “feathering the nest” for Mom and Dad. Vintage For vintage-themed baby showers, think a Radio Flyer wagon, a bright red tricycle or charming silhouettes of Mom and Dad on the invitations. You can get creative with vintage alphabet stacking blocks, spelling out the name of your new baby (if you’re not keeping the name a secret, of course!). Other options include just spelling out either “Boy” or “Girl,” or “Baby.” Books Did you have a favorite book as a child? Many expectant mothers are creating baby showers themed after their favorite books as a child. Favorites include Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are, and Green Eggs and Ham. You could even stay generic with a book theme, asking guests to bring a copy of their favorite childhood book with an inscription for the new baby in lieu of a card. If you’re currently planning a baby shower for yourself or for a friend, what theme are you considering? Share with us by leaving a comment below!  

Michael Litrel, MD, FACOG, FPMRS
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Fear Is Our Friend

By Michael Litrel, MD, FACOG, FPMRS Why Are We Afraid? It used to trouble me when a patient became nervous before surgery. Maybe she doesn’t think I will do a good job? Maybe I haven’t explained myself well enough? Maybe she doesn’t trust me? But after twenty years of being a surgeon, I now welcome a patient’s anxiety before she undergoes an operation. Fear can be good for your health. When my son Tyler was two years old, we took a family vacation to Jekyll Island, one of Georgia’s coastal isles that had been my wife Ann’s and my honeymoon spot a decade earlier. Tyler was thrilled at his first view of the ocean. The winter sun was warm as we slowly walked the sand to the water’s edge, and he grew more excited, pointing his chubby finger and saying “Water, water, water!!!” Tyler walked between Ann and me, and we each held one of his hands, swinging him high to prevent his feet from getting wet in the waves. But Tyler didn’t just want to get his feet wet. He fought to pull free of us, his intention clear: he wanted to walk into the ocean. At first, Ann and were laughing as we enjoyed Tyler’s insistence that he be allowed to walk freely. But a spectacular temper tantrum soon followed, and our morning family stroll was ruined. Tyler is now nineteen, finishing his first year of college, but in some ways things haven’t much changed. Three months ago, I taught him how to drive a manual transmission on my old 2004 silver Corvette; the car accelerates like a rocket ship. Tyler is a good driver. But when he asked to borrow the car to visit his buddies, my answer was an emphatic ‘no.’ There is no way I will put my son in a car that will go 160 MPH, so he can visit his teenage buddies. What good can come from that? I’d just as soon let a two-year-old walk into the ocean. Good Choices Can Cause Temporary Unhappiness The reason parenthood is difficult is because that inexperienced human being you love more than life itself will do stupid things and hurt himself, if given the opportunity. Not only that, but when you rightfully say ‘no,’ he will express his anger adamantly – no matter that your heart and mind are in the right place. The longer we are on this planet, the more we learn. If we look at the experiences we share as human beings, we see that each of us is born into this world as a helpless newborn, and a hundred years later – give or take – we die. In the process, we lose everything and everyone we love. The truth is actually brutal. Anyone paying attention has a right to be terrified. Surgery reminds us what we have to be afraid of. Every patient thinks about the same thing: “In a few moments I will be lying unconscious on a table while the surgeon cuts on my body! Who knows?!! I could die here today! ” Yesterday my patient gave me a big smile before her operation. But I saw right through her poker face: her eyes clearly telegraphed her fear. I smiled at her, shook her husband’s hand, and asked her and her husband if they had any questions or concerns. They did not. But it was obvious they did. We are all afraid of suffering. And although surgery always hurts, we know that when we wake up, there are narcotics and other drugs that will take care of the physical pain. Simply put, what we are really afraid of is not waking up. What We Care About I’ve had thousands of conversations with patients in the intense moments before an operation, and as I listen and try to comfort each patient before they go into the operating room, there is an additional truth my patients have shown me. We don’t want to say good-bye to the people we love. In the moments when we brush with death, what matters to us is not our money, our home, our job or possessions – it’s the people we know and experience life with. Admittedly, they may sometimes annoy us – but they make our lives worth living. Fear is good for our health because it serves as a spiritual reminder. God does not grant eternal biological life for any of us. As mortal beings, we lose all that is most important to us – our loved ones and our lives. So as experienced human beings who have suffered during our short time here, our spiritual lesson is fairly obvious – to love those around us more and more each day. This is the path of a healthy life. The more we love others, the more we understand the heart of God. This understanding brings us courage and comfort as we face the terrors of life. This courage is called faith. It is the understanding that true life is eternal. I held my patient’s hand and said a prayer of gratitude. Together we asked God to be with my patient and her husband so their hearts were at peace, and with me and the other doctors and nurses and staff, so once again we would be blessed to witness the miracle of healing grace. When I looked at my patient again, I noticed that now her eyes were smiling too. Already my prayer had been answered.

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Ovarian Cysts

The ovaries are the two small reproductive organs located inside a woman’s body. The ovaries make hormones, including estrogen, which trigger menstruation. Every month, the ovaries release an egg that travels down the fallopian tubes to potentially be fertilized. This cycle of egg release is called ovulation. Sometimes, the ovaries develop cysts, fluid-filled sacs that are particularly common during a woman’s childbearing years. What Are Cysts? There are several different types of cysts, with the most common being a functional cyst that forms during ovulation. This formation happens when either the egg is not released or the sac (follicle) in which the egg forms does not dissolve after the egg is released. Other types of cysts include: What are the Symptoms of Ovarian Cysts? Most ovarian cysts are small and don’t cause symptoms. Large cysts may cause a dull or sharp ache in the abdomen and pain during daily activities. Larger cysts may cause pain and twisting of the ovary. Cysts that bleed or rupture may lead to serious problems requiring immediate treatment. Diagnosis and Treatment At Cherokee Women’s Health Specialists, we diagnose ovarian cysts through a number of ways: during a routine pelvic exam, during a vaginal ultrasound, laparoscopy, or blood tests. Treatment of ovarian cysts include the use of birth control pills to shrink the size of the cyst, or your doctor may recommend surgery to remove the cysts depending on your age, the size and type of the cysts. To discuss diagnosis and treatment of ovarian cysts with one of our OB/GYNs, please don’t hesitate to contact us to schedule an appointment. Or, call us at 770.720.7733.

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