Ovarian cyst can i fly

If you have had any kind of major surgery, you should also check with your surgeon or GP before flying. If you're flying after recent surgery, especially on the hips or knees, you're at an increased risk of deep vein thrombosis DVT , a blood clot in one of the deep veins in your body, usually in your legs.

You can take steps to reduce your risk of DVT, such as drinking plenty of water and moving around on the plane. The risk of developing a travel-related DVT is low, even if you're classed as moderate to high risk. People who have had a pacemaker or an implantable cardiac defibrillator ICD fitted may travel without problems once they're medically stable.

I may just flip a coin if I cannot speak to him in the morning. I will keep everyone in my thoughts. I too have the same predicament i've been diagnosed with a Complex cyst on my right ovary since having terrible pain thats got worse over the last 2 years after having a scan on saturday i had an emergency appointment at my doctors to be told told i needed to see a gynecologist to have the cyst drained Is it safe to fly with cyst?

I dont care what anyone says. I have had two cysts break in a plane. A year apart. Flew last night and the higher I got the more excruciating it was! Fast and expensive way to break a cyst lol. Im calling the ER dr today that I saw yesterday before I flew. I know this was not a coincidence happening twice!

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But hey — why worry when you can just blame the flights and keep it moving! I continued to blame the stress of this crazy lifestyle, traveling, and everything BUT the idea that maybe there was something that needed to be addressed internally. I would take pain meds, drink a bunch of water, rock myself side to side, and usually cry myself to sleep. This happened every month or so.

I never told any friends or even family about this, because again, I cast blame to something external like the local cuisine and figured it was a food allergy or reaction to the bacteria. I would have these painful episodes frequent enough to worry, but not often enough to seek medical help. Months and years passed and I refused to get it checked out.

I would look in the mirror each day and see it growing before my eyes, but terrified of what they might find, I chose to live in oblivion. In the spring of is when the cyst grew to an utterly embarrassing size.

Surely that would fix the problem. These foods were most likely causing my bloat because the doctorate-level knowledge I was getting from Google said so. I had no other choice. Not to mention when I would get massages, no matter the country, the massage therapist would rub my belly on cue and greet me with congrats assuming I was expecting.

Bless the universal Asian aunties who took liberty in telling me how far along I looked and giving me special treatment due to my non-existent pregnancy, by adding complimentary feet rubs to whatever package I bought. They were the only people who saw me naked other than myself, and it was very clear that there was disproportionate growth in just my belly.

It then became less humiliating for me to walk in and pretend I was pregnant than to be asked. It became my storyline during my bi-weekly self-care massages. I even made up fake names and jobs of who the father was because, small talk. For every ONE perfect photo you saw on social media, there were 50 more with a massive bulge coming from my abdomen that I needed to never surface, until now…. That Getty side-by-side will haunt me forever. I had never done any kind of red carpet event, and panicked with what to do with my hands in front of a dozen flashing cameras.

Of course in trying to hide my bulge, I ended up looking like I was a proud mother-to-be. And the first photo with my group of Sisterhood Circle mentees, I was caught trying to hide my phone trigger while taking this tripod shot, and that position left absolutely no secrets. This was textbook to summarize how Instagram is never reality and to take what you see with a grain of salt. I never got to the point of photoshopping my pictures, but it took twice as long when shooting as I struggled to find more ways and angles to hide it.

This was the hardest part for me to write. Because I grew up in a strict Nigerian household that preached the harder you worked, the better quality of life you could obtain.

I would do X opportunities this month. Make X amount of dollars this quarter. Grow to X amount of followers this year. The list went on. It was the biggest gut-check of my life.

I knew this might be a test of my faith, but I was wishing for a cliff noted version of the lesson first. In early February, I finally reached out to my closest friend and told her that I was scared and something was wrong. Less and less of my clothes were fitting me. The stomach pains became more frequent. And I started having random back pain on top of it. And no matter what I ate I swear I was on a dinosaur diet by this point , my stomach would balloon to the size of a watermelon and I found myself embarrassed to eat out or leave my apartment.

Bless her heart for being so supportive, encouraging me every step, and letting me know to consult with as many people as possible to make sure the diagnosis is accurate. Your belly is rock hard. I saw the next doctor the following day and after an ultra sound, CT scan, and almost a dozen blood tests, he pulls up my x-ray and shows me the watermelon-sized cyst that was dominating my entire belly area.

I got passed onto another doctor. The shock was even greater with him, but he recalled a similar case a couple years ago from another something-year-old woman. It was so great to hear that, because it matched the timeline of the last time I remember my belly looking like I was used to, like this photo from Ibiza in But the doctor let me know that even though benign, it had gotten so big it was pushing my other organs out of place, and it ran the risk of rupturing or causing my ovary to twist and cut off my blood supply.

And alternatively, if it was malignant, I would have needed to start 6-month chemo treatments and would have had a 5-year survival rate. Thankfully, this was NOT my situation, but with its size, he still concluded that I needed to be operated on immediately.

I had less than 48 hours until I would be admitted to the hospital. She was in Malta by the next day. My saltwater contribution to the Earth was on par with that of the Pacific Ocean and I just felt numb. I was told to remove my gel manicure so that something called a pulse oximeter could be used, because if my oxygen levels dropped, my fingernails would turn blue, and polish would hide this.

Though horrible for my nail beds, I nervously ripped each gel polish off instead of getting them removed chemically at the salon. This is also the last time my mother is travelling there to see family, so it was a 2-in-1 kind of trip for me. I am a worrier as well - I don't like taking risks with my health.

I have official gyne appointments this week. I hope I get better news then. I understand. I'll just feel gutted if I don't go, and nothing happens to me here. I'll feel like I missed out on this trip. Sounds like you'd have the support you'd need, God forbid, something happens. Also sounds like the trip of a lifetime and you've made sure you'll be covered.

I didn't mention possible torsion, thought I threw enough at you. So sorry. Most women on the forum seem to have from exercise, running, aerobics, trampoline but there's really no way to predict. You seem level headed and since your mom will be with you you couldn't have better support.

So all that's left is toss the coin and decide. Either way let us know, if you can, how it goes. One more thought, see if you can get copies of pertinent records to take with you.

I've had great luck with carrying an umbrella when storms are forecast and not seeing a drop! Posted 4 years ago. Unfortunately,, I was advised not to fly, due to the changing nature of the cyst. The cyst had grew another 2cm in 8 days according to a second ultrasound, and it turned hemorrhagic bleeding into itself. So, I did not go on my trip. I spent time with an old old friend, we connected, and fell in love unexpectedly.