A week and a half ago, I *finally* had surgery to remove endometriosis. I had to travel four states away to get to a doctor who was willing to do this surgery. I had endometriosis excised; I had a fibroids removed; my appendix was taken out; and the presacral nerve on my uterus was cut in an attempt to reduce pelvic pain. I was also diagnosed with adenomyosis, whose only cure is hysterectomy.
This “recovery” is…difficult. I’m in some physical pain but substantial emotional turmoil. My hormones have been turned upside-down and inside-out. I have no emotional equilibrium right now; I’ll cry at the drop of a hat. And of course, no support network. I’ve had two or three people say “if you need anything let me know”, but no one says “I’ll come over and just talk to you so you’re not alone.”
In three or four months, my husband and I can try again for children, with possibly a greater chance of success. In the meantime, I just have to keep myself from falling apart again. Right now, that seems like a Herculean task.