Who would've thought that 33 years ago, the perfect beautiful baby girl, perfect by means of the Apgar scale, would be one year post op from yet another intensive Endometriosis surgery. My teenage years spent looking for answers, trying to figure out why no one would believe me. Trying to be silenced with birth control pills and narcotics at the age of 15. When I would go into the ER for pain management, I would be looked at like a junkie and I would be treated like a psychiatric patient each and every time. My first surgeon literally told me to get pregnant. How could I get pregnant when every time I was intimate with my partner I would cry in pain? Hey Doc, just so you know, I couldn't get pregnant even when I had a uterus! I still to this day walk past my first OBGYN's office with my middle finger up. So much time spent advocating for myself and getting a PHD in google searches. Friendships lost, losing myself, and losing the ones I thought loved me. That is the true face of endometriosis.
There are good things about this disease, I wouldn't of met my closest friend and I wouldn't of learned how to speak up for myself. It may have taken five surgeries to figure this all out but even when 5 becomes 6 or 7, I know that I will still be typing away, trying to find a cure, advocating for those that are searching for answers. So here's to one year of still being here, still breathing, still fighting, and still being that beautiful and giving person that I always was.
Ciao
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