I’m so stinkin’ excited about the awareness possibilities! AND excited they didn’t ask me for a more professional photograph! They encouraged me to submit a photograph that is fun and speaks to who I am.
Thank you to everyone for the outpouring of support from my emotional Friday. I’ve received so many virtual and in-person hugs. It’s awesome. You guys are awesome.
I wanted to let you know I’m doing well. I look forward to my meeting with my physician on April 22nd to go over the ultrasound results and have a heart-to-heart talk. And trying to remain positive.
What’s up with the above-photo? I recently developed a roll of black & white film that had been in my camera for the past several months. I couldn’t remember what was on it, but I do have one rule when it comes to my photography: one weird, creative, or special selfie must be taken. It’s often hit and miss as it’s an old camera (a Minolta XG-1 from 1982) as there’s no auto focus…haha, but it always makes for a fun project.
Yesterday I picked up my pictures from the developer here in San Diego. And the above photograph is the very first one in the pile. I had totally forgotten about taking it. Was clueless it was on there. And wasn’t prepared for the flood of emotions that boiled up to the surface. This was taken about a week after my July surgery.
I felt sad, then angry at this relentless disease, then sad again. Overwhelmingly so. But as I stared at the photo while safely tucked inside my Jeep parked in the parking garage in downtown San Diego trying not to cry, those negative feelings morphed into something else: a sense of pride, strength, and courage.
There I was, a week after my surgery: I felt well enough to shower alone. And set up the camera on the bathroom counter, tinker with settings, and cross my fingers hoping it would come out. Unashamed of the broken body that the camera would capture, I stood tall and strong.
And this photograph captured that moment.
Our moment. I know that you, EndoWarriors, have stared into the mirror at your incisions, your bandages, your scars, your pain. Stand tall with me.
We can get through this.
All is well.
Regardless of the journey…We are alive, and we are in this together.
Earlier this month Healthline.com‘s staff asked if I would be interested in writing a few pieces for their site. I’ve enjoyed the information they’ve had to offer in the past, and have been honored with a few of their blog awards, so I jumped at the chance to help!
They requested two things:
An Open Letter to their readers about my experience with Endometriosis, and any thoughts I wanted to share; and
Tips & Tricks on handling painful sex that can sometimes accompany Endometriosis.
I jumped at the chance and began writing.
After I submitted the two pieces, I was then advised that Healthline.com would like to compensate me for my work. Whua?!? You’re going to PAY me to write about Endometriosis and spreading awareness and helping support others? …Now if you know me, you know I have this little unwritten moral code: if I make any funds dealing with Endometriosis awareness, fundraising, or the blog, I’m donating it straight to the Endometriosis Foundation of America. I asked if they could just donate the money directly to the EFA for me; however, due to accounting reasons and stuff, they couldn’t. So as soon as these funds hit my bank account *poof* they’ll be going straight to the EFA.
I will not, nor will I ever, profit from this damn disease.
BUT, I’m SO honored and excited and jazzed and thrilled and … excited! 😀 I wanted to share these two pieces with you. If either of them resonates with you, please feel free to share with anyone and everyone.