Wednesday afternoon I had a bit of oral surgery and had an implant placed within my gum line. I knew it’d be traumatic for me; I have a fear of dentists. But I have found one that I truly cherish, respect, and love, and feel she does the same of me. Still, even with all of that mutual respect and trust, I required nitrous for the procedure…
And yesterday? I took the day off to recover. Not only did I have a whopping laughing gas hangover, but my jaw hurt, my bone hurt, my face hurt. I took the day to rest, do nothing, sit on the couch with the kitties, try to get some reading done, and veg-out while my body healed.
In January of 2021, the Journal of Medical Primatology published an article about a hooded capuchin (a primate) that developed Endometriosis. They were able to “successfully” treat it with surgery and medical management.
This is only one case of a growing list of cases of spontaneous Endometriosis developing in non-humans: including several other primates and a dog. Animals with Endo break my heart: they cannot fully express any pain they may be in, or offer opinion or consent for medical procedures…and it just makes me want to weep.
This is an old post I’ve been wanting to write up for over a year! OVER A YEAR!! So, I’m finally just sitting down and doing it!
As many of you know, I LOVE my excision surgeon, Dr. Mel Kurtulus from San Diego Women’s Health. And back in September of 2019, I reached out to EndoWarriors I knew were also clients of his to see if they wanted to help honor him and his staff in some way. And we began to play a fun wine & dine event to say thank you.
The first week of February is coming to a close. How was your week?
I have a lot of friends and readers who have recently been diagnosed with Endometriosis, or possibly had another surgery (or are facing the prospect of yet another one to be scheduled). I’ve been there. And every time, it gets me all worked up.
So today’s quote is for those Warriors. And for anyone going thruogh something that seems insurmountable:
“When life becomes scattered and completely a faction of what it once was, and everything you thought was once true, seems false. Your heart feels empty, as it leaves your chest. Your mind is blank. Your emotions become so overwhelming you can hardly speak. You’re thinking you have a broken heart when in reality you heart, body and soul are rearranging your inner thoughts, feelings and the way you’re going to except things from now on. You’ll become stronger then you ever imagined. All you need is time. Give yourself time.”
Okay…let’s talk taboo (again)! If you’ve been following the blog, you know I’ve had my fair share of poopchute issues:
I’ve suffered from the occasional anal fissure in the past. I had a polyp inside my sigmoid colon. I’ve had a 2018 bowel resection due to Endometriosis on my small intestine, cecum, appendix, and large intestine. And another bowel resection in 2020 due to Endometriosis on the outside of my sigmoid colon.
Today I was reminded of a dream I had a lifetime ago. I was naked, bloodied, and at the bottom of a deep, wide pit in the earth. From above, dead and bloodied doves spiraled to the ground at my feet, littering the floor of this muddy hole. I couldn’t get out. It began to rain. I had no cover…so I sat down, hugged my knees and cried.