Creating this blog while fighting severe endometriosis pain reminds me why I started—because even after major surgery, the battle isn’t over.
As I sit here trying to bring this website to life, I am in pain—again. The pain started even before my period did, creeping in like an unwelcome guest that refuses to leave. I’ve been relying on prescription painkillers just to function, just to type these words.
This is what people don’t see. They see a blog about endometriosis and maybe think, “She must have it under control.” But the reality? I don’t. I had an intensive surgery in January 2024. What was supposed to be a laparoscopic procedure turned into a six-hour operation. I woke up with a cut across my lower abdomen, similar to a C-section scar. It was my first open surgery—every other one had been laparoscopic. I’ve lost count of how many surgeries I’ve had at this point.
During that surgery, they removed endometriosis lesions, endometriomas, fibroids, cysts, and ascitic fluid. But the hardest part to accept? The endometriosis had spread to my colon. The surgeons couldn’t remove all of it—they feared rupturing my colon, which could have led to a life-threatening disaster. So it’s still there. Now I face a painful decision: do I consult a specialist who operates on the bowel, risking another massive surgery, or do I leave it be and brace myself for what’s to come?
So I ask myself—and maybe you’ve asked yourself too—does surgery really fix anything?
What about hormonal treatments? Birth control pills, IUDs, Lupron… do they truly help, or do they just mask symptoms while causing new problems? And the big one—does a hysterectomy solve endometriosis? How can it, when this disease can grow outside the uterus—on organs, nerves, and even in places most doctors never think to look?
I don’t have the answers. What I do know is this: the only real relief I’ve felt has come from changing how I live—what I eat, how I move, and what I avoid. No dairy. No red meat. No alcohol. I focus on anti-inflammatory foods—pineapple, ginger, turmeric—and I try to stay active even when my body screams otherwise.
And bread? Oh, bread… I’ll save that battle for another post.
For now, I’m sharing this because maybe you’re here, in pain too, wondering if you’re alone. You’re not. I’m building this blog not because I’m cured, but because I’m still fighting. And maybe, just maybe, sharing our truths will bring us closer to real answers one day
