I didn’t think that I would be sat here, at the end of June, writing about my missing cervix… again. Actually, I didn’t think that it would be something I would ever be writing about at all but here we are for the third time.
A few weeks ago you might have seen a post about my most recent smear test. If you didn’t here’s a quick update… The smear test didn’t really go to plan and long story short, it took two nurses to try to do it but neither could find my cervix. Yes, I was just as shocked about that as they were. I was there for a good 20 minutes or so and there was a lot of searching going on but really, my cervix was nowhere to be found. Instead of carrying on, it was
I’m sure we all know how important it is to book and go for our smear tests. I will admit though that I put mine off for quite some time and I wish I hadn’t. In the past I have had abnormal results which has resulted in a colposcopy and treatment. It’s not really something I want to have done again so since then I have booked in for my smear on the day the letter arrives. This time, things were quite different though. I turned up for my appointment as usual, although wearing a