There I was; only 14 years old.
Doubled over in pain, not understanding what could possibly cause this much pain. I couldn’t feel my legs, it felt like the vice that my dad had bolted to his work bench in the garage was squeezing itself onto my lower back.
I had to sit down on a bench in the middle of the mall because I could barley breathe through it. My friend who was with me at the time went to the drug store to buy me some ibuprofen and promised in 20 minutes it would solve my problems;
It did not.
This was the beginning of my very long and traumatic journey with a disease called endometriosis.
The one upside I felt I had in this entire journey of mine was the fact that my mother was diagnosed with this disease years prior, so when I started to exhibit the same symptoms we at least knew what we were up against.
What we didn’t realize was the amount of frustration we would have to face with trying to convince doctors that this is in fact what it was.
The amount of misinformation out there that doctors have on this disease is the reason it takes on average 7-10 years for a woman to be diagnosed.
No wonder it takes that long, I spent 5 years in and out of doctors offices telling them what was wrong with me and they still wouldn’t believe me.
So for a person to walk into a doctors office exhibiting all of these awful symptoms but yet has no idea what is the cause behind it, and the doctor not having a clue either, you can imagine how frustrating it all is.
At the age of 19 I finally got my surgical diagnosis, and as sad as it is to be told you have an incurable disease and essentially we know why you feel like this but cant really fix it, it was great knowing.
I finally had an answer.
I finally knew my mom and I were right after all those years.
I finally could work on a proper hormone therapy treatment to help.
I finally moved 1 step.
I didn’t realize it was the first step of a million.