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Monday, April 22, 2013

I Lift My Voice




March was Endometriosis Awareness month, so I lift my voice as I remember the days of years past. “Vanessa, remember you have endometriosis.” Those words swirled around in my head, but my mind refused to process the meaning behind them. My doctor’s eyes compassionately swept over my face, finally settling on my eyes. He patiently waited for his words to sink in; unfortunately they wouldn’t. Firstly, I didn’t know what endometriosis was, and if he had explained it to me during the process of my treatment, it went unnoticed. Secondly, I was battling catamenial pneumothorax at the time, this is when a woman has her menses and within 24-48 hours her lung collapses, roughly affecting 1 percent of women in America. By this time, I’d underwent major lung surgery and had a total of 10 chest tubes, so endometriosis was the last thing I was thinking about.

I recall one fateful night being forcefully awakened by severe pain in my abdomen and lower back. Try as I might, I just could not go back to sleep; I couldn’t escape the severity of that continued sharp pain. This would go on for months — the pain was blinding and crippling, often leaving me bedridden for days. It seemed to me my life was a constant battle to live (not exist) and be happy in life. My battle was against my own body and mind. Yet, I was determined to win.

“I do?” I asked my doctor. I barely recognized my voice; it was weak with pain and disappointments. My doctor nodded his head. “Yes, you do. You have had to be one of my most difficult cases treated. I’ve removed an incredible amount of Endometriosis from inside of you. Remember you also have it on your lung. These tissues may have escaped to other areas of your body. Doing more surgery runs the risk of causing more damage than good.”

Those were not the words I wanted to hear. I wanted to be fixed, to be made whole again. I left My doctor’s office burdened with despair. I was silent and reflective during my ride home. The world seemed a different place to me. In the matter of minutes I had been changed inside forever.

There was a gamut of emotions swamping me. Anger was in the lead. I am not perfect by any means, but, I’ve always been mindful of my deeds and actions. I respected myself and others.
I believed in God and attended church faithfully. Yet, I was living a life of daily chronic pain. “There was no cure for me.” Those words became a song in my head; it played on repeatedly. “There’s no cure for me.” I looked up and noticed the sun was still shining, and almost became angry. I looked around and the world was still going on, oblivious to my struggle. “There was no cure for me.” How dare the world still move forward, and my world had just been turned upside down!

I made a decision that day, I was too young to be bitter for the rest of my life. I decided I would not let this situation defeat me. I was too young to carry this cross for the rest of my life. I went home and began to research what endometriosis was. I was Trojan; I studied and applied what I learned to my daily living. Sometimes it can take up to 10-12 years for a patient to be diagnosed with Endometriosis. It goes a little further here, I had to deal with this weakness, really, who want’s to be considered weak. I realized this weakness was my strength and I would not be embarrassed about it. I don’t want young girls to suffer in silence as I did. Although there is no cure there is treatment.

Approximately 176 million women and girls worldwide suffer from endometriosis; 8.5 million in North America. I’d also learned how to eat all over again. I had to cut out red meats, I’ve gotten rid of dairy products, and I’d removed wheat products out of my diet as well. I start eating healthily. I removed myself as best as I could from stressful situations, as this could exacerbate pain levels. I began to do meditations. I began to come to grips with the fact that, I could live and not exist; in spite of what’s been assigned me. I just had to readjust. Again, I also made it an issue to not remain silent anymore. Respectively, talking about something as private as your cycle can be quite awkward, but this slight discomfort is all worth it; if I can inform and enlighten people (men and women) about endometriosis. I don’t want anyone to suffer needless for years, because of lack of information. So, I continue to lift my voice, sharing my testimony, enlightening people about endometriosis — and I continue to keep the faith, because endometriosis doesn’t have me.

Endometriosis Resources
www.medicinenet.com/endometriosis
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/endometriosis/DS00289/DSECTION=tests-and-diagnosis
http://www.endo-resolved.com/diet.html
Vanessa Richardson can be reached at: vanessajackso90@hotmail.com

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