Since March is Endometriosis Awareness Month, I was finally urged to speak up about having this fundraising page and why it was created.
ENDOMETRIOSIS is a disorder in which tissue that normally lines the uterus grows outside the uterus. It causes a plethora of symptoms like chronic pain, especially in the abdomen, ovaries, uterus, and GI tract. In the last year and a half, I've seen every specialist under the sun, trying to get to the root of my "mysterious" symptoms, to finally be diagnosed with endometriosis, and loosely, an autoimmune disease that is still under testing.
Instead of writing bullet points of what I've been through, an open letter to my endometriosis is posted below, so you can get a real-life idea of a day in the life of someone with "endo." It's been emotionally and physically exhausting, and multiple ER visits and surgeries and visits and work-ups with specialists has been a huge financial burden, so I am grateful for your support, love, and generosity to help me beat endo.
An open letter to my Endometriosis...
I felt you for a year before I knew what you were. Initially, I was sure you were appendicitis, so you and I went to the ER; my appendix was inflamed, but you were deemed “IBS,” a “ruptured ovarian cyst” and you cause multiple painful other cysts having a popcorn party on my right ovary.
You and I were poked and prodded over the next year (all of 2017) accompanying each other to multiple trips to the ER and countless visits to specialists, labs & doctors all over the state of California.
We saw multiple GIs, had a colonoscopy, saw at least 10 different OBGYNs, had CT scans, MRIs, ultrasounds, more blood work than a lab rat, multiple PCPs, a psychologist and a psychiatrist. Because, obviously, I’m “young, beautiful & healthy,” so clearly, you’re “just in my head.”
Then, finally, someone listened and we had a diagnostic laparoscopy and you were given a name via pathology.
Endometriosis. I thought, “WTF IS #ENDO?!”
You are so painful and draining - emotionally & physically. You are so expensive.
You cause inflammation and pain like nagging, chronic stabbing in my lower right abdomen, legs, back and feet. You make my right ovary feel like an erupting volcano. You cause cyst ruptures and blood to lay around stagnant in my abdomen + my uterus. You cause GI upset, pain and digestion issues. You cause nausea, food intolerances, extreme exhaustion and fatigue. You cause hormone issues, painful sex and pain after sex. You cause headaches, heart palps, low iron and vitamin and mineral counts, infections & periods that last me 3 weeks.
You have no known cause, although your theory pertaining to me and my body is that you were possibly caused by my c-section, since Endometriosis is a disorder in which tissue that normally lines the uterus grows outside the uterus. So they think my normal and healthy uterine tissues escaped when my body was sliced open during childbirth.
You have no treatment that actually works; excision done by an Endometriosis specialist working alongside a skilled GI is currently the only gold standard. But, excision surgery is not covered by insurance and would require me to travel out of state to have surgery with a specialist.
You have no cure.
Your pain and symptoms are compared to cancer.
But you are not recognized (yet) as an autoimmune disease or as a disability, although you cause some women to be bedridden and attack some women’s organs, lungs, or in rare cases, their heart or their brain.
You are terrifying and intimidating.
Because of you, I don’t want to carry or deliver another baby, because, you’re scary.
You give me anxiety, low libido, insomnia, restlessness and sometimes, depression. You interfere with relationships.
At times, you suck the life out of me. You try to steal my confidence & my zest for life.
But, even on my worst day, I am still here. I will continue to fight against you and the ignorance on you within the medical community, strangers, and society.
I will continue to spread awareness and demand action for you because out of all the things I’ve lost because of you, I haven’t lost my voice.
Because I am strong. I am a fighter. And you do not define me (although I have to constantly remind myself that because of #myscars).
You make me a statistic. I am 1 in 10.
But you do not define me.