This is just my little blog on lots of big things. I'm 27 and happily married to a darling man that I'm honored to call my husband. I've been diagnosed with Stage 4 Endometriosis which has put a damper on starting a family. So here you will read about my struggles with my health, infertility, my relationship with my husband, and most importantly..my relationship with God and how day by day he is guiding me in a life that I'm proud to live.




Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day!

I'm so lucky to have such an amazing Dad. I don't really need one day out of the year to be thankful for him. I'm thankful for him everyday. I think almost everyday, I'm reminded sometimes in little ways, sometimes in big ways, just how much my Dad changed my life.

He may not have given me life, but he's made my life better in so many ways. So in a way, he did give me life.

I was five years old when my mom met him. I remember the first time I met him. He played with me a lot, I quoted probably every line from "The Little Mermaid", even brushed the "dinglehopper" through my hair, and showed off my PJ Sparkles doll that earlier that day I screamed bloody murder for in the store, it was an expensive doll that my mom couldn't afford, but I think out of embarrassment from all the looks she was getting, I got the doll. I remember jumping up and down on the couch and saying "Are you gonna marry us??". Aww. I think back to that little girl sometimes, and how much I wanted a real dad. I'm not going to sit here and bad mouth the biological dad (I don't even really like referring to him that way), but he in no way has been a good father figure. Drugs and alcohol have played a huge part in his life, as well as mental illness. So, I like to think that God sent my Dad to my mom and I, He knew we deserved so much better.

So on June 2, 1990, we became a family. I remember a lot about that day, but mostly how excited I was to have a Dad. Plus, I got an awesome bonus family. Grandparents, Aunts & Uncles..and A LOT of cousins! I had so many little girls my age to play with! Also, the next summer, I got a baby brother!

I hear stories about girls that grew up with either no father figure, or just no father at all and my heart really aches for them. I realize how different my life could have turned out, and I thank God for blessing me.

My Dad is hilarious, hard working, loving, compassionate, honest, handsome, and still so young at heart. Well, he's not old in the first place, but you know what I mean :) Not to mention, he served our country for over twenty years, and did a damn good job at it.

Thank you Dad, for everything you have done, and still continue to do for me. I love you more than you'll ever know.


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

U2=LOVE

We're only three days away from our second U2 concert! So surreal to me! I remember about 7 years ago, about a year before David and I started dating. We were both working at Harris Ranch. I heard him giving another employee a hard time because he had never heard a U2 song. (Weird, right?) I walked by and said "U2 is my favorite band, you need to be introduced to their music". David looked at me with lit up eyes. He said "You're favorite band is not U2!", I said "Yes it is, I swear! I've been listening to them since I was a kid, my mom loved them. We used to listen to their tapes all the time on my way to school". This is true. I have very vivid memories of hearing "With or Without You", "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For", and my personal favorite, "Pride" (a song that still brings me to tears to this day) in the car. She had the Joshua Tree album on cassette tapes, and we would rock out in her "Z" on the way to school. Thanks, mom :) Plus, hello..you're talking to an Irish girl here. It's in my blood. You can't be Irish and not worship U2, it's like in the rules or something :) I don't think he could believe it. Maybe because of my age at the time, I was still 19 I think. (YES, this was like over a year before we dated) After all, U2 is the biggest band in the world. No, seriously. Google it. Maybe it's where we live or something, but I've yet to meet another U2 fan. At least not the same kind of U2 fan I am anyway. It was something we bonded over, and we became closer friends after that.

When we started dating in 2005, we took alot of road trips. Mostly to the coast. Sometimes San Francisco, and quick trips to Disneyland. Always listening to U2 on the way and discussing their different songs and what they meant to us. I remember in November 2005 (about 2 weeks before he proposed actually), we took our first trip to Disneyland together. At the same time we were in Anaheim, U2 was performing at the Staples Center about 45 minutes away in Downtown Los Angeles. We had briefly looked at tickets. The only ones we could get were in the nosebleeds since they had been on sale for months I'm sure. We decided that if we were ever lucky enough to go we wanted to be as close as possible. So we spent a magical two and a half days at Disneyland instead, can't complain there. It was 4 years before they toured again, and we bought tickets the morning they went on sale in March 2009 for their concert at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena on October 25, 2009. I couldn't have been more stoked. My favorite, ok OUR favorite band..and we finally had tickets. I never really thought my dream of seeing them would come true. Especially of being lucky enough to see them with someone who appreciated them as much as I do and who would enjoy it as much as I would. They don't tour that often, so I tried to remain hopeful during those 4 years that it would someday happen.

Finally, that day in October arrived. We had General Admission tickets. Which means, you're on the floor, but it's first come, first serve. You want to be close, prepare on spending allllllll day in line. Which we did. Got there at around 4:30 am. Oh what a day it was. But totally worth it. As soon as U2 came out, I lost it. I couldn't believe I was in the same room with them. Even though I was surrounded by 95,000 other people too. I cried through the whole concert pretty much. I know, sounds lame. But that's how much they mean to me. I can't explain how much their songs means to me, how much it means to me that my husband and I share this love for them, how we bond over their songs, fell in love listening to their songs, and got to experience it together. We were so close, Bono and The Edge walked right past us many times as we were up against the catwalk part of the stage.I was tempted to try and touch his shoe, but didn't want to look like a psycho. Haha..I know you're already thinking I am. It was just an amazing night, despite the long wait, and the fiasco of when they opened the gates to get in and I almost got trampled on the way in. I definitely came out of that concert with major battle wounds. Not to mention a wicked sunburn. Yeah, this time we're bringing comfy chairs, umbrellas for shade, and a cooler of snacks.

There's one song in particular that is so important to myself and David. It's called Ultraviolet. U2 hasn't performed it on any of their tours since like, 1997 I think. When I looked up the setlist for that concert, I saw that it was on there and was so excited. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't a song they ever released as a single, so I figured it was a slim chance they would sing it. David told me that he used to listen to this song when we were first dating, and it reminded him so much of me. He struggled alot in the beginning of our relationship with insecurities, and if he was doing the right thing getting into a relationship while still healing over things that happened in his previous marriage. We had alot of long talks that would last sometimes until very early in the morning. I would just listen to him, and my heart would break because it seemed like he was struggling so much. He's struggled alot with his relationship with God. He knew he wanted to be with me so badly, but didn't know if his kids would be upset with him, or if God would be upset with him because he was in the middle of a divorce that he had tried so hard to make work for his children. I stood by him through all of it, trying to offer my advice. Telling him that what we had was so amazing, I think it would be a huge mistake to not give us a chance because we're so great together, plus I truly believe that God brought us together. But that story is for another blog post. One day he got in the car, took a trip to San Francisco, walked around all day and said he had a long talk with God. He says God told him that I was the one. That he was doing the right thing by being with me. After hearing this song on the drive back, he told me it made him realize that my love is "the light bulb hanging over his bed". That I was lighting his way, helping him accept that it was ok to be with me, it was ok for him to be happy, and that God wouldn't be angry at him for having a failed marriage. I really think he had a hard time believing that someone could love him so much. I know he had a hard time letting me in at first, and I kind of was the same way. I had been at work all day at Harris Ranch the day he was in SF, and had no idea he had taken this little trip. He called me that night after I got off, and asked me to come have dinner with him at his place. I was terrified thinking he was going to possibly end things, or say he needed time to think, something of that sort. But it was the total opposite. So of course..the rest is history :)

I posted a video of U2 performing this song at the concert we went to. My husband and I held each other during this song, and I just kept thinking how amazing that moment was. Here's to our next concert..and not that we need reminders of how we fell in love, or how much in love we are with each other..but it's amazing to experience with him. My husband, my best friend, my fellow U2 groupie :)



Sometimes i feel like i don't know
Sometimes i feel like checkin' out
I want to get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love it won't be long...


Oh sugar, don't you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know i need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long
Feel like trash, you make me feel clean
I'm in the black, can't see or be seen


Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(alright now)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way


You bury your treasure
Where it can't be found
But your love is like a secret
That's been passed around
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no one can sleep
I guess it's the price of love
I know it's not cheap


(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way


Oh...ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...


Baby, baby, baby...light my way


I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When i was all messed up
And i had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed


Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way


Ultraviolet...
[repeat 4 times]


Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
[repeat 3 times]


Baby, baby, baby...light my way



At our last concert. Exhausted, but still pretty gorgeous we are :)

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

One Month Post Surgery

Tomorrow will be one month since surgery. What a month it has been! I never expected my recovery to be this hard, but it can only get better from here, right? Let's hope so! It's definitely been the hardest recovery yet. Not that I'm like a surgery expert or anything, but this is my third one, and my second for endometriosis. The first one feels like a cinch compared to this. But then again, that one lasted an hour, and they basically just burned the endo off, which ended up being the worst thing for me. This one was four hours, they lasered off ALL the endo, cut the nerves to the uterus, resurfaced the uterus, a hysteroscopy to remove the pre-cancerous cells, and a D&C to totally clean out the cervix. Whew! Yeah, I'm a champ and you know it. :)

The incisions are healing beautifully I'm proud to say. The bleeding is still an issue, I'm not happy to say. The good thing about it, is that it stopped for a few days, and then my period started on time. As much as it sucks to be bleeding again, not to mention the horrible cramping because everything is still healing, it's good that my cycles weren't messed up, which they told me would probably happen. I love it when Dr's are wrong about that kind of stuff :) So, even though it sucks to be dealing with it again, it's good because this way I'll be able to chart my cycle and know when I'm ovulating and all that fun stuff. I was worried I would be out of whack for awhile and not be able to tell when all of that was going on. I'm pretty in sync with my body and can tell when I'm ovulating. But, being the control freak that I am, I'm stocked up on those fancy little ovulation tests so we can get this baby train moving.

I was able to have a nice date night with the hubby before my period started. We are huge sushi lovers and went to our favorite place in Fresno and ate way too much. But it had been awhile since we had sushi, so it was fun to go overboard a bit. We watched "The Hangover 2" afterwards and of course laughed our bootys off. We also bought a new couch! Yay! I'm so excited about the changes we're doing to our home, and my hubby is so cute doing all of it. He says he's "getting the house ready for our baby". Aww..he's the bestest. It was very exciting to pick out a couch, my first time ever! David already had a new couch when we got married and I moved in. Unfortunately it was very light colored, and microfiber. It had a good run, but it would only last so long with a family of four, plus a cat. Yeah, no animals allowed on the new one. We bought that spray so to keep them off so it can stay nice. Plus it's dark, so I don't want to be vaccuming hair everyday. We should be able to pick it up next week, so totally looking forward to putting my living room back together, and redecorating. I've already bought some cute stuff to hang on the walls.

We stayed the night at my mother in law's house Saturday night since we planned on doing our big grocery shopping Sunday afternoon. That didn't work out too well. I had been cramping off and on for the past few days, and Sunday it got pretty bad. We were out to lunch at Red Robin before heading to Winco, and it started getting so bad, we ended up leaving the restaurant and heading home. Not long after we got home, the flood gates opened and hasn't stopped since. I started getting scared again because the bleeding has just been so heavy, it doesn't seem normal to me. Plus, having anxiety doesn't help. I lay there and think "Omg, I'm going to hemorrhage to death". So far it hasn't yet, lol. David's been taking good care of me of course. My weight seems to be stuck around 100 ever since surgery. I was about 107 before, and the morning of surgery was right at 100. Ever since the highest I can get it up is 102. My appetite just isn't what it was. So, he's been making me eat lots of healthy stuff, and forcing me to drink those yucky (I mean..yummy) nutritional supplement drinks that they say tastes like a chocolate shake. Um, yeah right. In-n-Out would disagree I think. Along with taking tons of vitamins, hopefully I start to get my strength back, and gain a few pounds too.



Aren't we cute? Can I just add how PROUD I am of my man? He's lost like, 30 lbs since January. Work it!





Yumm...Sushi!!





Our new couch..SO excited!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Just Call Me "Little Monster"

I've always liked Gaga's songs, but never really understood her.
But lately, during the promotion of her new album, I've seen her on a couple talk shows, GMA last week, she was super amazing.
I've started enjoying her... I love everything she stands for. She knows she dresses crazy - but it's because she said she lives in the middle of the theatre world and reality all the time.
More power to her.
She encourages people, stands up against bullying, and accepts everyone! She talks about her personal struggles with learning to love and accept herself and wants her fans to do the same. To forget everything or everyone that has ever made us feel insuperior, or told us we weren't good enough, or weren't beautiful enough. She wants us to forget whatever painful past we might have, and move forward loving ourselves, and living for ourselves and only ourselves.
Her interview on David Letterman made me laugh out loud.
She's so witty and has no fear.
Now I do understand her. She's living her life how she wants to, not caring what other people think and making fashion statements wherever she goes, no matter how out of this world they may be. She's a lover of NYC just like me, and the words she speaks about that amazing city are exactly what my heart feels.




Not to mention, I think she's beautiful..and has a rockin body.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Oh, Bloody Hell!

Warning: If you're grossed out by talking about blood and female "stuff"..don't read this. Lol. I'm not too graphic or anything, but this is the stuff you WON'T see me talking about on Facebook. I'm blogging this whole crazy journey, so nothing will be left out. Including the stuff some may find TMI. If you know me, you know I'm not shy about discussing the TMI stuff :o)

So, yesterday marked three weeks since surgery. Gosh, I feel like it's been SO much longer than that. My incisions are healing really well, I think as soon as the glue they used to stitch me back together comes off I'll be buying that lotion to help fade scars. They're already shrinking pretty good, I just am paranoid about having any kind of scars on my stomach. Let's face it, who doesn't want to have a cute tummy during bikini season? The scars from my first surgery healed pretty darn good, they were unnoticeable, but these ones were larger, and there were five, instead of three which is what there were last time. Just don't want to take any chances since my knee surgery.."Oh they'll be totally gone in a few months". Yeah, my ass. You can still see them, and I really don't like it. Anyway..enough about scars. Wanna hear about blood? I knew you did!

I've been bleeding since about 5 days post-op. Yeah, did you do the math? I've been bleeding for over two weeks now. It wasn't really heavy bleeding, just steady I'd say. Well, about a week ago, it started getting really bad. Like, within an hour was completely soaked through my pj pants, and onto the sheets. Yeah, I ruin everything. I was having to change my pads (Which are HUGE by the way) like twice an hour. Just miserable. So, David called my Dr the next morning, since that little situation happened at about midnight, and he said it was normal. When I had my post-op appointment a week after surgery, I had only been bleeding for 3 days. I did ask him how long it would last and he couldn't say. "It's different for everyone. You had a lot done, and a lot removed, so it could be weeks". Ok, fine. I just didn't think bleeding that heavily was normal. I mean, I have horrendous periods, and I don't think I've ever bled that much at once. I could literally feel it just pouring out. (Feeing light headed yet?). So, even though David explained to him exactly how bad it was, how I was going through pads so quickly, how I stained everything, he still said it was normal. He said that if it got worse, then I needed to go to the ER. If it doesn't slow down, then I needed to make an appointment, and also until I'm done bleeding I need to be on total bed rest. So fun. As if I haven't been stuck in bed enough lately. Well, it's slowed down, but it's still heavy I'd say.

I've already had two incidents of passing out since surgery. I swear I'm a Dr's nightmare. The first one was like a week after surgery, I don't think it was due to the bleeding, I was in the bathroom and just started feeling dizzy. I was able to feel it coming on so I got to the floor before I fell to the floor. Thank goodness David is a light sleeper, he heard it and came and got me. Then I got lectured on why I went and got up to the bathroom without him. Yeah, he's good like that. He was waking up with me every time I had to go to the bathroom (yeah, even in the middle of the night) to accompany me to the bathroom since I was having a hard time getting around, and also because I do have such a history of fainting. The second time was last Thursday night. I wasn't so lucky with being in control that time. I wasn't even feeling dizzy or anything before hand. I got up out of bed (I had been asleep) to go to the bathroom. Went pee, stood up to pull my pants up and started getting that "every thing's fuzzy" feeling, and the next thing I remember is seeing David's legs in front of me. I had totally blacked out that time. I have the bumps and bruises to prove it. It was just so weird. I don't even remember David carrying me back to bed, or anything.

I didn't even bother calling the Dr to tell him about it. After all, I did just get my license back in February, after having it taken away for over a year because of another fainting episode. It does only happen when I'm bleeding, or really sick. It's not a neurological issue, that's already been determined by two different neurologists. But I know they still have to report it to the DMV if you go to the Dr for it. Losing so much blood, and being anemic, I know I don't need to be seen for it. Should I even be writing this on here? Ok, no one turn me into the DMV please :)

I did kind of break Dr's orders and get out of the house on Friday. We had to go to Fresno to pick up Sharayah and I decided to go. We're in the process of re-doing our living room, and I wanted to go look at this couch David and I have been eyeing for a few weeks. We've been looking at it online, so I wanted to see it in person. After only like ten minutes of walking around the furniture store I felt like crap. I just have no energy, and can't even get up and walk around for a few without just feeling so weak and dizzy. Yes mom, I've been taking my iron and other vitamins too :) The bleeding is just taking a huge toll on me. So, I'm not breaking the rules for the rest of the week, and I'm hoping the bleeding is either gone or barely there by the end of the week since David and I have a date night planned. It's been awhile since we've had one, and he said he wants to "treat" me for being so strong and getting through surgery and also to celebrate what will hopefully be big changes in my life. In our our lives. He should be "treated" as well for being such an amazing caretaker. I don't know any other husband who would change their wife's catheter bag, and then remove it without getting grossed out. At least he said it didn't gross him out..haha. Also, having to get up with me constantly to go to the bathroom, to change my pad, to go to the store and buy pads pretty much in bulk (Well he's always been good about that though, I'm lucky, I know some guys refuse to do that), and even having to bathe me. I tell him "How can you possibly find me hot after all this gross stuff??", he says "How can I not find you hot after seeing what a fighter you are?". Cue the "Awws". I know, right? Yup, I'm a lucky girl!

So here's to the flood gates closing soon (**fingers crossed**)..and The Hangover 2 and sushi this weekend! Oh sushi..how I've been craving you for so long. I will be ordering tons of you and stuffing my face.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Perfection..

**I meant to post this a few weeks ago but didn't get around to finishing it, I'm sure you've all had your fill of the Royal Wedding, but here it is again..the way I saw it..

























....LOVED them driving off in this vintage Aston Martin....what a fun thing to do!


What an absolutely wonderful day!!


London was fantastic, I honestly could have burst with pride..and I'm not even British! No one does a wedding like the Royal Family with all the pomp and pageantry, it was amazing! A wonderful atmosphere and such great support from the crowds. Wedding fever was everywhere and London looked fabulous!!


Kate's dress was stunning....elegant, stylish and perfect choice for her.
She looked radiant, happy and relaxed all day long, quite amazing.


Princes William and Harry looked so handsome in their uniforms...my tears started the second they left Clarence House and didn't stop all day! Tears of happiness though really, it was such a joyful occasion.


Pippa Middleton was the most stunning Maid of Honour...and the little flower girls, bridesmaids and pageboys were gorgeous.


Westminster Abbey was a beautiful setting and the service was perfect.


They really are a couple in love, it was so apparent, I can't wait to see what lies ahead of them and I think Kate, Duchess of Cambridge is going to be a huge asset to the Royal Family.


The British monarchy lost something when Prince Charles and Diana, Princess of Wales divorced and they lost even more when she died. For me, yesterday that something came back and I think many felt a renewed love of and enthusiasm for the Royal Family. Long may it continue.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

You're Gonna Make It After all...

I don't know why, but the theme song of Mary Tyler Moore has been stuck in my head for days. I finally realized, it has to be there for a reason, but why? Well, I remember being wheeled into the operation room last Monday, of course tears flowing because I had just said bye to my husband and I knew he was standing at the end of the hall watching until I was pushed through those double doors. So, then being in the OR and seeing all the big lights and tools laid out sent me into a panic attack. The nurses and anesthesiologist were all very sweet though. Of course they started to put the stuff in my IV to relax me and I started trying to think of happy thoughts, my usual routine before I finally fall asleep. Usually I think of Disneyland. This time I started thinking of all of my favorite old tv shows. I Love Lucy, Mary Tyler Moore, Rhoda, Bewitched & The Golden Girls. I remember singing the theme songs in my head and thinking of all the funny moments. The last one I remember thinking of was the Chuckles The Clown episode of Mary Tyler Moore. They just don't make TV shows like that anymore. I have to clarify though, as much as I loved Mary..Rhoda was always my favorite. Come on, those hats and scarves? A girl after my own heart. Anyway, I started thinking how that theme song kind of applies to my life right now. Then I was out. Ok..so surgery details..

The surgery lasted almost four hours. He found alot of endometriosis, and classified it as a Stage 4, the worst kind. Yeah, not fun to hear. He said it was completely covering my left side. Some on the right, but nothing close to the left. There was a large cyst on my left ovary. The pictures were gross, but when he showed me the one of them cutting into it, endometriosis just poured out everywhere. Pretty gross. I also had alot on my bladder, which hopefully explains my need to pee every ten minutes, and the urinary pain I get that feels like a UTI but tests always come back negative. My bowel was pretty bad too, it was starting to attach to the back of the uterine wall. Hopefully that explains alot of my tummy troubles. He also had to do a hysteroscopy, and basically suck out the layer on my cervix that had the pre-cancerous cells. He also cut nerves to the uterus, so that hopefully my pain levels during my period will go down. I know some of this sounds like bad news, but he was able to remove all of it. So that is great news.

I had a really hard time in the recovery area after surgery. Intense pain, and was unable to empty my bladder. Which resulted in me screaming in pain and probably scaring other people in there. They kept telling me that there wasn't that much urine in there, then finally a different nurse came in and did a catheter and pulled out 500 of something..I don't know it that's milliliters or something, but she said that meant it was totally full. She took the cath out, and an hour later the same thing happened. I was able to get a tiny bit out in the restroom but that was it. So they did a cath again, and pulled out the same amount. This time they left it in, and I had to keep it in for two days. I never thought I would be begging to have a catheter, but it was definitely worth it. Not only did it help all that pain and pressure, but it was nice not having to get up to go to the bathroom for the next two days considering I could barely walk. My amazing husband has been such a great nurse. I'm sure emptying my catheter bag for two days wasn't too appealing for him. How did I get so lucky?

So, I'm now nine days post op. Still pretty sore, but definitely nothing like it was. I am having period like bleeding, which they say is normal and can't tell me how long it will last, could be a few weeks. Oh joy. But, he sees no reason why I can't get pregnant now. He said that it was pretty much impossible before because my ovaries couldn't have been working right, with that large cysts and all the adhesion's everywhere. But my tubes are open, and aren't scarred which is great news. He wants me to try a more natural approach to healing, as far as diet, exercise and reading a book called "The Healing Code" which I just downloaded on my Kindle and saw it had a lot of excellent reviews. I have to admit I was skeptical at first, but I also am thrilled at not having to put more hormones in my body. After all, they didn't work the first time. I had my first surgery in November 2009, he said from then til now, the endo should not have been as bad as it was. I'm also contemplating acupuncture. So here we go..as soon as I'm fully recovered, we're 100% focused on getting pregnant. I don't know why, but I have a feeling..it's finally our time.

Love is all around no need to waste it....

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Mom


I hate to say it, but I didn't truly, 100% realize just how great my mom is until I started my journey to become a mom.

She has NO limits to her love. She never has, and she never will. Sure, sometimes it is crazy and inappropriate... but I really appreciate it now more than ever. She is a one of a kind mom and I wouldn't give that up for the world.

I've been alive for 26 years now and I and everyone else knows it's because I have a wonderful mother. She is the one of the only person who truly seems to get me... even when she doesn't. She smells like home, she sounds like love, and frankly she has this look that scares the crap out of me!

I thank my mom for my green eyes, my ridiculously curly hair (most days I can't stand it but know someday I'll appreciate it), my love for All My Children, Baseball & Friends, my crazy taste in music, always making sure I have sunglasses, turning me into a pack rat (no I seriously am proud of it. You wouldn't believe how many things I have from my childhood),for still labeling my Christmas presents "From Santa", for always letting me dream and for making sure I'm always taken care of <3

Thank you for everything, mom! I love you to pieces!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Is the word "Abnormal" ever a good thing?

Not a fun past week or so. Well..that's not saying much since most of my days the past couple of months haven't been very fun, due to chronic pain with the endometriosis. But, for about the past two weeks, I've been having excruciating pain on my left side. This is where the mass is growing on my ovary. Back in January, David had to take me to the ER because the pain got so bad I could barely walk and was vomiting. They did a pelvic ultrasound and found the mass was pretty large. So, last Wednesday I literally got no sleep. David was upset about it and called off of work. I finally fell asleep around six in the morning, and he called my specialists office at nine when they open. He told them what is going on, and they wanted me to come in the next day for a procedure. We assumed it would be something to do for the pain. Wrong. So Thursday we get in the room, and the nurse comes in and asks if I've ever had this test before..and I say "No, I'm not even sure what you guys are planning on doing today". She said that when they did the pelvic exam (The one that left me bedridden for three days afterwards..ick) three weeks ago, it showed abnormal cells in my cervix. Oh God. I immediately burst into tears and started hyperventilating. Yeah, I have anxiety and panic disorder on top of everything else.

So, she explained what the Dr would be doing. I saw her open up a plastic bag that had a huge tool in it. More tears. So, I got to spread my legs in those ever so comfortable stirrups (Sorry if it's TMI, but it's REAL, these ones look like they're made for an obese person..my whole leg fits in them and still has a ton of room, they had to stuff sheets in there so it would be semi-comfortable (Ha!), I guess. He had this huge microscope thing with a light, opened me up, and took a "pinch biopsy" of my cervix. Ouch. The sweet nurse stood there rubbing my leg while he was doing it, and my even sweeter husband held my head and ran his fingers through my hair, whispering how much he loves me and how strong I am in my ear. I was trying so hard to get to my happy place (Disneyland) in my head, but the classical music was coming through speakers in the room and was very overpowering. I had tears pouring out of my eyes, it was so uncomfortable and painful. So, after it was done, he explained that it was very minimal and will probably come back as inflammation. But if it's something more, he said they found it early. Of course my mind is racing. CANCER? Yeah, I always think the worst. I won't know the results until later in the week sometimes, and I'm so worried. The last thing I need is yet another set back. They're also going to try and get me in for surgery this week instead of waiting until May 9th, but I'm doubtful that will happen. Something would have to open up this week, as he's on vacation the week after, and my surgery is two weeks from today. Plus I still have to go for my pre-op on Thursday and do all the blood work, so I don't know how they would be able to do the blood work, get the results back and perform the surgery so quickly. I wish they could do it sooner, but I'd rather wait until my blood tests all come back just to be safe.

I'm so ready to not be in pain constantly. I know endometriosis never goes away, but I have a feeling this surgery will give me my life back, at least for a little while anyway. If we're able to get pregnant afterwards, then maybe I'll have years of no pain, since they say pregnancy is the best thing for it. Send baby dust my way! :)

I know I saw this alot, but my husband is amazing. He's my rock. He's there with me through everything, and is never insensitive about what I'm going through. I've read other women post on endometriosis boards about how their husbands are always frustrated with them, how they're insensitive, and I think "Man, I'm lucky". He tells me all the time how he wish he could take the pain away, that he'd rather him have it than me, that he can't wait until I get better. He even has baby fever! He talks about us having a baby all the time. He's so excited. Since December he's been on a diet, and lost close to 30 lbs because he wants to be in good shape, and be healthy for our baby. He's starting renovations on our house so it will be in tip top shape when we have a little one. He's even dragged me into baby stores lately, wanting to look at all the necessities, pricing everything, researching which are the best things to get..it's so adorable!! He's already an amazing dad, and I can't wait for us to raise a child together in our happy, loving home. I am truly blessed.

I have posted a song below, by Rob Thomas, an artist both David and I love. He wrote this song for his wife who not only suffers from endometriosis, but lupus as well. David introduced me to this particular song, as it's written from a husband's perspective about dealing with a wife who is ill. He says the song takes the words right out of his mouth, because it hurts him to see me hurting. I definitely relate to the song as well, the lyrics he wrote about the things his wife say really hit close to home. We heard this song after my appointment and we sat there and held eachother. It as such a great moment. Enjoy the song :)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Let's be real.

Does anyone else out there find it completely annoying at how fake people are these days? I see it everywhere from in front of my face, to facebook, to blogging. It just makes me sick. I believe we should all be comfortable in our own skin. We shouldn't be afraid to admit our faults, to be honest about the things in our lives that yeah, kind of suck, but if you're willing to admit that they suck and work on fixing it, why be ashamed? I see so many people who sit on FB or on Blogs and write about how awesome and amazing their lives are going, when I know that isn't the case. To me, I think, what's the point of blogging? I see blogging as kind of like a diary..it helps me vent, it helps me write out the things I sometimes can't say in real life. If I were to sit here and blog about how everything in my life was going amazing, my health was great, blah blah blah, the people that truly know me, would say bullshit. Don't hide the things in your life that are trials. That's what makes you who you are, overcoming those makes you stronger. Faking it just leads you to believe the lies you're telling which in turn, makes you crazy :) And nobody likes a crazy person. So you wanna know why my life isn't perfect? Well, I'll tell you. I'll follow it with what is perfect in my life, just so you know, not everything in my life is hard right now :)

*I have endometriosis. It's debilitating. I'm in pain every single day. I've also recently been told that I more than likely have developed fibromyalgia which could be why my pain has gotten so bad. This sucks. I hate it. But..it makes me stronger.

*I am battling infertility, due to the endometriosis. Do you know what it's like to want something so bad, and not something materialistic. Something that you can feel from the depths of your soul, a longing so bad that at times you literally feel like an empty person. I was born to be a mom. I don't know why this has to be a struggle for me. I don't understand why God has denied me from it for the time being anyway. He knows my heart. He knows how much I ache to be a mother. I know it will happen eventually. I may come off conceited here, but I will be the best mother I know. Because I want it more. I've had to work for it. That child will be my life, it will be a bond different than most mother/child bonds.

*I am currently unable to work. I don't like this. I loved working. I didn't necessarily enjoy my job at the bank, but I loved that it was MINE. I got to go everyday, do my job, earn money, get out of the house and interact with people. I think I've been good at every job that I've had, because I put my all into it and I genuinely like working with the public, so interacting with people on a daily basis was fun to me. Our town is such a small community I liked getting to know everyone by a first name. Due to the endometriosis and the symptoms I struggle with, I've been put on disability. So I am still bringing in money. It isn't as much as I made, but it's some. So sometimes I have guilt that I don't bring as much money to our household as I used to. I also miss the daily interaction with people.

*I suffer from anxiety & panic disorder. I believe this developed two years ago when I got severely ill from Mono. It almost completely shut down my immune system because I went untreated with it for over two months. I honestly thought I was dying, because that's what I felt like. Death. I can't even explain it. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. But I had it in my head I was going to die. So I started getting panic attacks anytime I would have a little pain or twinge. Even though I'm pretty much recovered from mono (my immune system still isn't great), the anxiety didn't go away. Anxiety & Panic attacks are the worst feeling in the world to me.

*I'm not afraid to share, that I see a therapist once every two weeks. It helps me to deal with the anxiety, the stress of the endometriosis and infertility, and also alot of unresolved issues from my childhood concerning my biological father (even that is hard to call him. I prefer sperm donor).

So, kinda shitty, right? Yeah, it is. But I'm dealing with all of it. I've accepted it, and through therapy, I believe I'm getting a better grip on it all.

So, what's great in my life? Well, alot of things!

*David James Van Ingen. Without sounding like a total cheese ball here..he's amazing. He treats me like a princess, which I don't always deserve. I don't think there's a better man out there (Ok, he's in a tie with my dad). He's at my side through all of this. Have you ever had to have your husband give you a sponge bath because you're too weak to stand for that long? Comfort you while you're crying because you've stained yet another set of nice sheets, and then change them for you? Or without giving TMI here..change your pads for you because you can't get out of bed because the bleeding is so bad you're seeing stars? Bring you Disney movies and desserts in bed because he knows that they make you feel better? I don't know why he was single before he met me, but I thank God everyday he was, and that he chose me to spend the rest of his life with. I don't think another man would be able to not only put up with how miserable I can get at certain times because of this disease, but do the things he does for me. Yes, my marriage has it's faults, everyone does, but our good outweighs our bad by about a million pounds and it's only getting better from here. I look forward to the day that this disease doesn't take the toll on me that it does now, and we can get back to doing the things we did before. I can't wait to give him a child, and raise it in our amazingly loving home.

*My family. My parents are amazing. I miss them so much it hurts. They've never once been inconsiderate towards me while dealing with this disease. They understand that I'm dealing with alot and I just don't feel good. They help me anyway they can, and have never acted like my disease wasn't that big of a deal, which I know girls who have it and have been told that by their families. They've been there for me every step of the way and I know they always will be. I also am lucky to still have all of my grandparents. I adore them, and wish I was able to spend more time with them as they get older, I worry about certain things. I'm so thankful that they show me love in all kinds of ways, not everyone can say that & I'm lucky to be able to.

*Finances. We are in no way rich, or even upper class. But somehow, even with me only receiving disability, we have managed to almost pay off all of our debt, excluding medical bills. Going into our marriage we had alot of credit card debt, yes, mainly from me. Most of it from the wedding and honeymoon. We're about 4 months away from having that all paid off. I think the days of overdrawing bank accounts are long gone..and actually have been for awhile. That hasn't happened in almost two years. I do have quite a few medical bills that I have on payment plans right now, and those probably will take awhile to pay off, but we'll do it. Just like we've done everything else. We're no longer in the financial hole we once were. So, hopefully after surgery, and if I get the results I need from it, we can start planning more trips to visit family.

*My stepdaughter. Things haven't always been great between the two of us. Mostly because of me. I was always afraid of stepping on toes, I never wanted to try and be her mom, because let's face it, I'm not. I was afraid of maybe saying the wrong thing and then having to hear "Well you're not my mom", and then not knowing how to respond. There's other issues I won't go into on here.I love hanging out with her, talking and laughing. It's so much fun. I know that this also is something my husband enjoys because he wants nothing more than for her to grow up in a stable, loving environment.

*Friends. Specifically, my bff Marcy. She's always there for me no matter what. To vent to, to cry with, to laugh with..everything. I'm so thankful that I met her. She's maybe the only good thing that came out of working at the bank :) It's scary how much alike we are...even down to our massive obsession of everything Disney. She's struggled with health issues in the past also, and she just gets me. It's hard to find friends like her, and I'm so lucky to call her my friend. I can't wait until our trip to Disneyland together in October, I do feel sorry for our poor hubbys though! They might get left in the dust :)

So, there you have it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I don't fake it up on here..it's my blog, my life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and I'm not an author of fairy tales..I'm the author of my life.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Endometriosis: When People Don't Understand

I'm lucky enough to have a husband and certain family members and friends who are so very supportive of me, and have taken the time to educate themselves about this disease, and they understand why I feel the way I do most of the time. To them, I will be forever grateful for their patience & understanding. I know there are those out there who have no idea what the disease is. Or they have heard of it but don't think it's that big of a deal. Or that it only effects me when I'm on my period. I thought of them when I saw this article :)

When others don’t understand

by Ellen T Johnson


Soon after being diagnosed with endometriosis, I learned that having a strange, difficult-to-pronounce, invisible disease is a real disadvantage. Explaining the disorder took a degree of bodily candour I didn’t yet possess. It would require at least some discussion of female anatomy, menstrual cy...cles, and pelvic pain. These were uncomfortable topics for me. I can only imagine how mysterious it would seem to friends and family!



My first few hesitant attempts to describe my new infirmity were met with blank stares, a few polite questions, and the oft asked, “When will you get better?” Although I’m sure friends and family cared about my health, they were too shocked, too puzzled, too squeamish, or perhaps too overwhelmed by my news to give me what I desperately wanted and needed – specifically, a hug, a kiss, and the phrase I never tire of hearing: “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”



If you’re warmly supported by the people in your life who’ve taken the time to learn about endometriosis and its effects on you, your body, and your relationships, you are indeed lucky. Some of us don’t have that luxury. Essential support and understanding is sometimes lacking in our close relationships. Not only do people not want to talk about “it,” they may actually shun the topic – or worse, shun us. Granted, our psyche might not be too wounded when co-workers, fellow students, or neighbours don’t comprehend the significance of what we’re dealing with (unless that lack of understanding affects our education or career, but that’s a topic for another discussion). However, it matters a great deal when our family, close friends, and loved ones don’t understand. Fortunately, there are some things we can do to help them – and ourselves.



Others’ perception of illness


In general, people view illness as a self-limiting event. A person gets sick, they get treatment, they get better. They mistakenly believe that if they don’t get better, it must mean they have a fatal disease. Most people don’t know there’s something between a minor annoyance and a life-threatening illness. They aren’t aware of chronic pain, persistent disease processes, or invisible illnesses. It’s difficult for most people to comprehend because it’s outside their realm of knowledge and experience. But there are ways to help our friends and family understand what we routinely go through as we repeatedly deal with endometriosis.



Helping our parents understand


When I first told my mother the gynaecologist suspected I had endometriosis, she didn’t believe me. In fact, she doubted such a condition existed. She actually thought the doctor was making it up. She was convinced only when I sent her a page copied from a medical textbook. Then she began to blame herself, thinking she’d caused it.



Parents respond to the news that their daughter has endometriosis in a variety of ways. They may be sceptical, angry, sad, guilty, confused, or shocked. Like my mother, they may be in denial. Their emotions are understandable; they don’t want their daughter to have a disease or be in pain! It hurts their hearts to see their daughter curled up in a foetal position with a heating pad on her tummy month after month. They’re hoping and praying it will go away. Maybe the doctors are wrong. Maybe the medication will help. Maybe time will take care of it. Or maybe, maybe, if we pretend it isn’t happening, it will go away.



When I was an endometriosis support group leader, the mother of one of our members came up to me after a meeting and said, “I feel so helpless! What can I say to my daughter that I haven’t already said?” My suggestion was to hug her, tell her you love her and that you’re sorry this is happening to her. Frustrated, she replied, “I’ve already said that!” I suggested that her daughter would never get tired of hearing it. She looked at me with great surprise. She didn’t realise the importance of her continuing emotional support.



That’s one way we can help our parents and ourselves – by telling them what we need. Don’t expect them to automatically know because they’d won’t. When I was having difficulty conceiving, I felt that my mother was being very critical of the decisions my husband and I were making. Unable to deal with her directly, I wrote a letter outlining how I felt and what I needed from her. Soon after, we talked on the phone. During the conversation, I learned that she didn’t disagree with our decisions at all! What I thought was criticism was actually fear. She was scared for us and desperately wanted us to be happy. From then on, she was only too glad to give me the support I needed. I felt as though a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Never underestimate the importance of open and honest communication.



Once your parents understand what you need, you may want to consider enlightening them about the disease itself. For most of us, this isn’t an easy or natural process. It helps to have professionally prepared materials and a great deal of patience. More about the educational process later.



Helping spouses and significant others understand


It’s a well known fact that men like to fix things. When the women in their lives have a medical complaint, they feel it’s their duty to fix it – or at least offer a suggestion or two about how it should be fixed. After years of indoctrination, cajoling, and gentle encouragement, my husband still has a tendency to offer a quick fix when all I need is his understanding. Just last week, I told him I was hurting; his first response was, “Did you take something for it?” Nurture isn’t his nature, but most of the time, he can be coaxed into it. And that’s good enough for me.



How do we teach the men in our lives to be good nurturers? First, we need to tell them what we need (besides fixing). Something like, “I appreciate your suggestion, but what I really need right now is for you to put your arms around me and hold me.” I’ve found that if I give my husband something to do, he doesn’t feel as helpless. You can put your significant other to work by asking for a shoulder massage, showing him where to place his hand on your stomach to ease the pain, or requesting that he call out for dinner.



The trick in any close relationship is to keep talking, even when you don’t feel like it. My husband gives me a hard time when I don’t tell him what’s going on. He feels left out when I keep it all inside. I think a lot of us do that because endometriosis wears us out. We get so sick and tired of it, we’re absolutely certain those around us are also sick and tired of it. As a result, we sometimes put up a protective wall and stop communicating. Our loved ones don’t know why we’ve withdrawn. All they know is that, for whatever reason, we’ve cut them out of our lives. In our house, my self-imposed isolation has often resulted in a defensive and angry spouse. I might be the one who’s not feeling well physically, but I’ve wounded him emotionally. These days, when I need to withdraw from the world for a while, I tell him first. He takes it upon himself to screen my calls.



Like parents, spouses and significant others don’t want to see you in pain. They sometimes go to extreme lengths to avoid seeing you suffer. One friend’s husband dealt with it by denying the existence of endometriosis – hoping that if he didn’t learn about it, read about it, or talk about it, it wouldn’t be real. Her solution was to bring him to the endometriosis support group meetings. He soon learned that endometriosis was very, very real. Soon after, he began accompanying her to doctor’s appointments. Eventually, he became more empathetic and understanding.



Gentle, well-timed “education” can also help spouses and significant others understand the life-changing disease you’re dealing with. More about the educational process in a moment.



Helping friends understand


Seven years ago, my mother had a stroke. Up until then, she was a vibrant, active, dynamic woman on the go. She and her many friends went on shopping excursions and had lunch together at least once a week. After her stroke, at the time she needed them the most, her long-time friends became strangers. Naturally, she was hurt by their sudden departure from her life. It seemed so unfair – to endure a life-altering medical condition and lose her friends all at the same time.



When medical problems cause dramatic changes in our lives, our friendships often go through dramatic transitions as well. Friends might withdraw, seem unsympathetic, or deny what’s happening to you. Some might try to put a “happy face” on the situation by trying to cheer you up or repeatedly telling you “it could be worse” or encouraging you to “look on the bright side.” While some friends may be overly protective, others might avoid you altogether. It’s confusing and frustrating. But it helps to understand that the things your friends say and do may not reflect their true feelings. Inside, they might be worried, scared, and upset by the changes they see in you. But often, they won’t tell you how they really feel.



Real friendship is worth preserving. Talk openly to your friends about what’s going on and how you’re feeling. Explain the ways in which your life is different now. Tell them what you are and aren’t able to do.



Maybe you can’t go shopping for six hours, but you can go for an hour on your good days. True friends usually have the capacity for understanding. If they truly care, they can make accommodations for your modified lifestyle.



It’s a sad fact, but there are some people in this world who simply aren’t capable of dealing with difficult challenges. They’re what my mother calls “fair weather friends.” Despite honest and open communication on your part, some people still cannot (or will not) empathise or understand. They may react negatively when you can’t do the things you used to do. They may even try to make you feel guilty, as though endometriosis is your fault. Some people may even question your limitations, believing instead that you’re exaggerating or making it up for attention. These types of acquaintances will eventually undermine your health, your self-image, and your well-being. It may be in your best interest to re-evaluate your relationships with “fair weather” friends who doubt your honesty.



Real understanding


In my fantasy world, my friends and family understand me so well, I don’t have to explain what I’m going through. One word, one glance, and they just know. Not only do they know I’m not feeling well; they also know exactly how it feels. But that’s not reality. I can’t expect my friends and family to understand completely.



They will never know exactly how I feel because they’ve never had endometriosis. But I do know a few people who can identify precisely with what I’m going through. I found them through endometriosis support groups. With these women, I found real understanding. They knew my pain by heart. I soon discovered that the encouragement I received at the meetings helped alleviate some of the emotional burden I was putting on my spouse and family. Knowing there were others going through the same thing was both a relief and reinforcement.



If you have access to an endometriosis support group, you are very fortunate! Attend the meetings regularly and you’ll be rewarded with significant emotional comfort. As a bonus, you’ll likely form close and lifelong friendships – true friendships with women who really understand.



The training sessions


At some point, you’ll likely want to explain endometriosis to those you love and care about. Choose a time when you’re feeling strong and up to the challenge. Also be cognizant of your loved one’s frame of mind. As Sir Winston Churchill once said, “Personally, I’m always ready to learn, although I do not always like being taught.” Be sure your loved one is in a receptive mood before you begin. Timing is everything!



Choose a quiet, stress-free environment for this discussion. And it usually helps to relay your message a bit at a time. Endometriosis is a big and overwhelming subject to most people. Even though you may know the difference between an endometrioma and the endometrium, it isn’t necessary for your loved ones to have that level of detail. What we’re aiming for is understanding. So no long lectures!



Trainers tell us that adults learn best when the material is in an easily digestible format. So how about starting with a very broad, general explanation; something like:



“I’ve been diagnosed with endometriosis. This is what’s been causing me to have pelvic pain. It’s sort of mysterious because it occurs when the tissue similar to the lining of the uterus (womb) is found outside the uterus and causes growths. In my case, the endometriosis growths are on my ovaries, bowel, and uterus. It’s especially painful during menstruation. If you’d like to know more about it, I have some pamphlets from the support group.”



Excellent educational materials can support your initial discussion. See our list of resources below for more information about where to obtain the best materials.



During the initial discussion or a subsequent one, you’ll want to tell your loved one what you’re hopin they will be able to provide. Perhaps you need help locating a doctor who specialises in endometriosis. Or maybe you need help with the groceries. Or maybe all you need is the simple understanding that there are some times of the month when you won’t be able to do the things you normally do.



This is a lot for your loved one to take in, so be patient. Understand that when our loved ones are silent, that doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t care. They might be processing the information, waiting to take their cue from you, or may be unsure how much you want to talk about your disease.



Training experts will also tell you the value of repetition. Don’t expect your loved ones to have a complete understanding of endometriosis after hearing about it only once or twice. Plan on repeating the general definition a few times.



Your loved one will likely have a few questions. They’ll probably want to know about possible treatment and your prognosis. The prepared materials will help you answer most of these questions. You might also suggest they go to the doctor’s office with you. If your doctor is receptive to a “conference appointment,” you can ask your doctor to explain your condition to you and your loved one. The doctor can then address some of his or her questions.



It’s also important to know your loved one’s limits. Although your family loves you, they won’t be as absorbed by the minutiae of endometriosis as you are. I vividly remember when I bought my first endometriosis book! I was so excited, I read it cover to cover in one day. Thinking my husband would be equally fascinated, I read an entire chapter aloud to him before realising he’d fallen asleep halfwa through! Lesson learned.



Although some family members might read a good endometriosis book (see resources below), mostwon’t. And it’s probably unrealistic to expect them to do so. Perhaps a better alternative is to suggest a viewing of the video documentary, “Endometriosis: The Inside Story.” (See resources below.) It is perhaps the best and most powerful program about endometriosis that has ever been developed. A few years ago, my father-in-law became interested in endometriosis and its effects on my health and began quizzing me about it. After a few days of intense questioning, I asked him if he’d like to watch a video about the subject. He readily agreed. After we watched “The Inside Story,” he looked at me with sadness and said, “I had no idea.” This video documentary conveys more in 48 minutes than I could convey in a month! Other videos about endometriosis are available from support groups and online. Be sure to watch these programs first to make sure they’re accurate, that they convey the message you want to convey,andthat they’re suitable for family viewing. Unless you’re trained in resuscitation techniques, you’ll want to avoid programs that show endometriosis surgery in close detail!



Regaining your power


It’s a sad fact that having endometriosis often means we miss out on life for days or even weeks at a time. When that happens, the people you care about will likely be disappointed. Help them to understand that it’s not you, but rather the disease. Explain that your body simply won’t cooperate with your wishes. But when you’re having a good day, it’s equally important to take full advantage of it. Do something you enjoy. See a movie, take a walk, soak in the tub, or have a quiet dinner with a dear friend. You will regain some power over endometriosis when you claim those good days as your own.



Open communication is one of the main components of any healthy relationship. Talk with your family,friends, and significant other about the ways in which endometriosis affects you. Help them to understand that you’ll have some good days and some bad days. Supportive loved ones can help us through the inevitable tough times and help us celebrate our small victories. Nurturing their educational process is a good investment in your future health.



When education and open dialogue isn’t enough


There are instances where education and open communications about endometriosis does not naturally lead to greater understanding.



Despite knowing the mechanics of the disease and understanding how you feel, some family members may still harbour doubt and resentment. They may secretly think women with endometriosis are lazy, unmotivated, unwilling to do what the doctor says, or even enjoy being sick! Of course, nothing could be further from the truth.



When we’re not able to do the things that previously brought us joy, we grieve that loss! We may look “okay” on the outside, but we’re definitely “not okay” on the inside. If your loved one doesn’t believe you when you say you’re in pain, you may want to consider professional couples counselling or family counselling. A psychotherapist can explore the reasons for their distrust and guide you and your loved one(s) toward resolution.



Training resources






When you embark on your educational process, you’ll need some good materials to reinforce your message. Many of the books are available online or at your local library. This is not meant to be a complete listing of every book written about endometriosis, but rather a “good place to start”:



Endometriosis: The Complete Reference for Taking Charge of Your Health

by Mary Lou Ballweg and the Endometriosis Association





The Endometriosis Sourcebook

by Mary Lou Ballweg and the Endometriosis Association





Explaining Endometriosis

by Lorraine Henderson and Ros Wood of the Endometriosis Association of Victoria (Australia)





Endometriosis: A Key to Healing Through Nutrition

by Dian Shepperson Mills and Michael Vernon



Video

“Endometriosis: The Inside Story” – A powerful and important documentary about the journey of two women as they struggle with endometriosis. Also contains interviews with women in support groups and physicians who specialise in the treatment of endometriosis. Produced by Monica Flores (in the US) and Belle Browne (in Australia). 48 minutes. Highly recommende

Friday, April 8, 2011

3AM

I can't sleep. I just can't seem to get ahold on my anxiety & panic disorder issues, especially in a hard situation. My boss from the bank was killed in a motorcylce accident 2 weeks ago, and the funeral is tomorrow. I'm not sure how to pull myself together for it. I worked with her every day, all day for about 3 years. As of July of 2010 I was no longer able to work and have been on disability because of the toll that endometriosis has taken over my body, there's just no way I can work right now. So I haven't seen her in a few months. I ran into her at the grocery store back before Christmas and we talked for awhile. She gave me a hug and said to say strong and that she was praying for me. She had the most infectious laugh I've ever heard. She loved her husband and her two young sons more than anything in the world. She was fun to hang out with, she loved dancing and we had the best time at Marcy's (my best friend, and also my former co-worker at the bank) wedding in February of last year. We danced and laughed all night, and her husband and David spent alot of time talking. We later watched ourselves on the wedding video and had a big laugh at how funny we were dancing. I just can't believe she isn't here anymore. I've never had anyone close to me die before, and it's just so unfair that this happened to her. Her husband survived and I can't even imagine how he will get over this. They had a great marriage. After being married 20 years you could still tell they were crazy about eachother. I will forever miss that laugh, and my heart aches for her two sons. This type of things make me question my faith. What was the purpose of this happening? She should still be here.

Below is a picture of myself with some co-workers at Marcy's wedding last year. Carmen is the one in the animal print dress. We will always miss you, and I will always keep this night in my memory. God bless your husband and sons <3

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Yup, more Disney! :)






We took a trip to Disneyland this past November for mine & my stepdaughters birthday. So, everyone who knows me knows its only my favorite place ever..ok, Disney World is too, but hey that's across the country & I've only been once. I hadn't been in a few years due to being sick and planning other trips. Oh how I'd missed it! It was a really special time for my husband, my stepdaughter & I. We had so much fun. A few new attractions have opened since we were last there. World of Color show..OMG. AMAZING. I don't know how Disney keeps topping themselves, but it's absolutely spectacular. Also, a Toy Story ride which was very cool. Everytime I go, it's like the first time. I'm always amazed at everything, get excited over every little thing and then cry when we leave. Not sobbing ugly cry, just shed a little tear the last time I walk through the gate and hear those beautiful little chime noises. It's magical, and it takes me back to being a kid again. I love that my husband & stepdaughter love it just as much (Ok, probably not on the same level as me lol). I think it's a place that has many more wonderful Van Ingen memories to be had...next trip is planned for the first week of October..David & I's FIFTH wedding anniversary! Wow 5 years! This is the second time we'll be celebrating our anniversary there, we spent our first one there as well. We had planned on Vegas, and then about two months before changed our minds. Same with this trip...haha. I have only been to Vegas once, & I was 18 and obviously couldn't do anything fun. I was also only there for a day before I recieved a horrific phonecall..but hey that's for a different post..maybe. Anyway, we discussed going in October since David has never been there. But honestly, anytime we want to plan a trip where we're gonna have to spend lots of money and spend three or four days, I always choose Disneyland. It's not somewhere we can go all the time, so I take any chance I can get. I'm also very excited because my best friend Marcy & her husband are going with us. Marcy is literally my female soulmate..she's just as much of a Disney lover as I am. Except, she gets to go to Disneyland way more than me..ugh! So I'm very excited for us to go together. Here's to October 2011! Five years of marriage, time spent with great friends..and two new rides! "The Little Mermaid" (You don't even understand my level of excitement about this one!) and a revamped "Star Tours", can't lie and say I'm not excited about that one, I'm a closeted Star Wars nerd. I still remember the first time I rode the original with my dad and how awesome I thought it was, I'd never been on anything like that. Let the countdown begin!!

..and some more Disneyland!





Disneyland November 2010 Pictures





Saturday, April 2, 2011

Damn you, Facebook.

SI constantly feel the need to blog. I've always been the type of person who likes to write every little thing down, since I tend to hold back a little on the spoken word. I've always gotten my emotions out better through my writing. I feel like I "semi blog" on Facebook..I mean, I write statuses about things going on in my life, talk to friends and vent through IM chat with those close to me, and then I feel better. But I realize..there's family and friends who read my blog who aren't on Facebook and who I don't get to talk to as much as I would like. So, where should I start??

Last Monday I saw the Endometriosis Specialist. How would you feel if they scheduled a surgery after your first meeting with them? Weird, right? Kinda scary to know my case is that bad. But I can't tell you how much I already adore this Dr. I love my Ob/Gyn and all..but let's face it. Endometriosis isn't his specialty. He did the routine laprascopic procedure, burned out what pieces he could, put me on hormones and that was it. Dr. Taksa, I'll be seeing you hopefully in a few months, when those two perfect little pink lines appear on a pregnancy test :) But for now, this new Dr is what I need. He is so educated on Endometriosis, and is doing surgery on May 9th. Instead of burning the endo, he'll be using a laser, which is better for it. It doesn't cause it to spread to other areas which is believed that that's what happened in the last surgery since my symptoms have gotten extremely worse. He'll also be cutting nerves along the uterine wall, and resurfacing. Kinda scary, right? But, he's seen a huge amount of patients who have not only benefited from this surgery in a major way, but become pregnant quickly after. Now, I've come to realize..after my first surgery, I didn't ever have an open window to become pregnant. Here's the timeline:

Surgery was November 2009. Immediately after I was put on Danazol, a hormone to help the endometriosis from growing back again so quickly. Was on Danzol from Nov 2009-July 2010. So, maybe TMI here, but for my endo sisters that read my blog, you know that when you're at Stage 3 Endo, sex isn't exactly pleasant. So, my poor husband went from having a pretty active sex life (Sorry mom! And Aunt Suzie! lol), to pretty much maybe once or twice a month..and never while I was ovulating because it's a painful time of month for me. Then in November 2010 I was put on birth control to try and shrink the endometrial mass on my left ovary. Stopped taking it in January of this year. Now we're in March. See what I mean, no opening. I've spent alot of time getting discouraged "Why didn't I get pregnant after surgery, I thought it would happen?" Well..how am I supposed to get pregnant while taking Danzol which shuts down my ovaries, taking birth control, and barely having sex? So..with the rates of success from pain and achieving pregnancy after this procedure..Baby Van Ingen will hopefully be on his way very soon. Or her. :)

Not just getting pregnant excites me, getting my life back excites me. One thing that people who don't have Endometriosis don't realize (Please, people, research the disease, educate yourselves) is it's not just pain during my period. I'm in pain all the friggin' time! I've been told I possibly have Fibromyalgia as well, since 60-70 percent of women with Endo do, and I'm starting to believe it. I have very low energy levels, which was never the case with me. I'm constantly fatigued, nauseous, I have very low hemoglobin, my weight never seems to stay up, I have constant abdominal pain, not to mention horrible pain on the left side from the mass, back pain, even the bottom of my feet hurt.I won't even get into what it's like during my period..I'm literally bed ridden for five days. I never used to be like this. I used to actually love working. I crave going back to work. I crave being able to go on walks again with my husband without feeling like I'm gonna pass out. I crave being able to sleep normal hours and not wake up constantly because I'm in pain or because my anxiety levels are so high my mind won't shut off. So, we are praying this surgery is exactly what I need. To get back to myself..and to make a little mini me, and David :)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

3 Years..

So, it's coming up on three years since I miscarried.It was the worst day of my life. I was so happy to be pregnant. My husband and I were out Christmas shopping when I started feeling really sick, and started bleeding alot. Nothing can describe sitting in the ER waiting to get blood test results back andd being taken into the ultrasound room to see the sad look on the nurses face. It's all a blur from there. I know I freaked out so bad they almost had to restrain me..and put medicine in my IV that put me out...I only remember waking up the next morning in bed, hoping it was all a dream. Needless to say, I'm not any closer to getting pregnant than I was after it happened. Being diagnosed with endometriosis last year was a major road block. After an appointment last week I was told that getting pregnant isn't going to happen for me without "help". Then I was put on birth control for a few months to see if it helps me with the pain I'm experiencing because of the endo. Most people think it's only during your period....it's not. I've been so discouraged lately. I always ask myself, why me? I get frusterated and angry when I see people who already have kids that they don't take care of, end up pregnant. People who aren't married, teenagers, people who get pregnant than complain their whole pregnancy about how miserable they are. It's all so unfair. I know, life is unfair and there are people in way more drastic and serious situations that I am..I guess I'm just selfish like that sometimes. God knows my heart, he knows how all I long for is to be a mother. He knows what it means to me to be able to create a life with my amazing husband...a little mixture of him and I that I know would be one amazing creature :)

So, we've decided that after my rounds of birth control..we're going into full force baby mode. We're being sent to the same fertility specialist..and now that they know my disease, they can treat me better as far as medications. We're moving forward with it, we're not going to give up after a few tries like last time. It's going to be our top priority. While it excites me beyond belief..I'm just praying so hard that it works for us. And I ask of our friends and family to join us in praying for a miracle baby :)

To the baby that I carried
But never saw your eyes
Or tell you how much I loved you
Or ever to hear your cries.

You will never be forgotten
The excitement we had for your coming.
When I realized I'd never hold you,
The feeling I had was numbing.
My angel baby is who you are.
My angel baby you'll always be.
Your loving memory will live in my heart
So you will always be right here with me.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Endometriosis Letter

I found this letter written by fellow sufferers of Endometriosis. It says everything so perfectly. I'm so lucky that I have a husband who has been there with me every step of the way through this, has researched and educated himself on it, who is so compassionate when I'm at my worst during that time of the month, I'm sure most husbands would want to knock me out. But after reading a certain part of the letter..he is kinda lucky too..even though my Dr. said I was the worst case he's seen in someone my age (YIKES)..we've never gone months without "sharing a bed"..HAHA.

Not just him, but I have a great support system of family and friends who are always there for me, who have also done research and talk to me about this horrific disease. I even have a really good Dr. But for anyone that doesn't know what this is, or has doubts about stuff I've been going through the past year and a half (This wasn't even all of what I dealt with last year, but thankfully, most of the other stuff is under control), I encourage you to read this letter, and do some research online.

Dear Parents, Partners, Friends, Families, Employers & Doctors:



We have spent the last years of our lives apologizing for being stricken with a disease we did nothing to contract, and we can do it no longer. We are asking - again - for your understanding. We are not responsible for failing to live up to your expectations, the way you think we should. What you seem to fail to realize, is that you are just as much a part of the cycle of the disease as we are, because you are not getting the whole of our person and our capabilities.

We are not "lazy," we are not "whiners," we do not make the pain up "in our heads."



We have Endometriosis.



We know that we look healthy on the outside, and that is sometimes harder to accept than if we exhibited the disease in our every day appearance. What you don't see is what our organs look like on the inside, and you don't see what living with it has done to our emotional well-being.

When we call in sick, it's not because we need a mental health day or to "go shopping." It's because we can't get out of bed from the pain. Do you think we like letting our careers suffer? Would it be easier for you to understand if we said we had cancer and looked the part?



When we get emotional and cry at the seemingly silliest things, or get angry for even less reason, it's not because we are "flaky women." It is because we are taking drug therapies to stall this incurable disease, or perhaps it's because we have come close to the breaking point after dealing day in and day out with the pain for which there is no defined cause or absolute cure.



When we can't have intimate relations with our partners, it is not because we don't love you or want to. It's because we can't. It hurts too much. And we aren't feeling real attractive right now.



When you, our parents, can't understand that since you are healthy, we should be too, but aren't - try harder. We don't understand it either. We need your support more than anyone's.



When we can't go to family gatherings or accept social invitations, it's not because we don't wish to share in your fun. It's because we feel like pariahs. You are all having such a nice time with your children and loved ones - we can't remember the last time we had a nice time, or the last time we were pain-free. We can't have a nice time with our children (some of us); because we were robbed of that chance before we were old enough to even care about having them in the first place. Do you think we need to be reminded of our battle with infertility by watching you and your babies? Or for those of us who were blessed enough to be able to conceive, do you think we want a constant reminder that we never feel well enough to spend enough quality time with our children, or worse - that we might have passed this disease down through our genetics onto our daughters?



When you married us, you didn't know that we meant the "in sickness and in health" part literally, did you? We bet you were counting on at least a 50/50 split of that combination, rather than the 90/10 ratio you got. You are our caretakers, the ones who drive us to and from our doctors, countless surgeries, and emergency room visits. You are the ones who hear us crying in the night and see us break down during the day. You are the ones who wait on us hand and foot after surgery. You are the ones that go for months on end without sharing our beds with us. You are the ones that deal with our infertility right along with us. We strike out at you when we are hurting and angry, and you take it in stride. You are perhaps bigger victims of Endometriosis than even we are. You are appreciated more than words can ever say.



Don't give up on us now.



As a medical professional, we are coming to you for help. We are asking you to do the job you were trained to do and ease our suffering. We do not need you to tell us that we are imagining the excruciating pain we live in, or worse yet, that it is "normal for a woman to hurt." Keep up with your research, find the cause of this disease and better yet, find a cure! Stop taking the easy way out and drugging us into oblivion so that we will quiet down. We want answers and it is your job to provide them. You were the ones that took the oath to heal - why do we have to try to do your job? Do you understand what it means when we tell you that we literally can no longer live a normal life and care for ourselves and our families? We're not drug seeking; we're answer seeking.



Are you not up to the challenge to find the answers?



To those we have called friends all our lives, why have you deserted us when we needed your compassion and understanding the most? Do you see the selfishness of your actions? When we can't get together with you, it's not because we don't like you or we don't care - it's because we are no longer capable of enjoying healthy leisure time. Our minds are consumed with our next doctor's appointments, what surgery we are going to have next, and why we feel so sick all the time. This is not about you - it never was and it never will be. It is about us. Please try to remember what the term "friend" means.



Try to walk one minute in our shoes. We have fought a war for the better part of our years. We are faced daily with physical pains we can't understand and mental anguish we can barely cope with some days. We face a society daily that doesn't even know the word "Endometriosis," much less the ramifications of living with the disease. We have to face uneducated and unsympathetic doctors who tell us "it's all in your head", and "have a hysterectomy, it will cure you", or "get pregnant, it will cure you", when we know that it won't and have been dealing with infertility for the last however many years. Can't you see that?

We have to fight to get medical treatment that insurance companies don't deem necessary, or worse, we deplete our savings because aren't able to obtain proper care unless we pay for it ourselves and travel thousands of miles to the rare specialists that are few and far between. We have to have surgery after surgery and subject ourselves to horrific medications just to be able to get out of bed in the morning. This is not a conscious choice we made, it was the hand we were dealt. It is enough of a war we wage just to try and live with some modicum of normalcy - don't make it harder on us by not seeing the reasons why.



Endometriosis is a disease that affects all of us.



Take the time to learn about it and understand. If you can do that, and you can join us in the battle for a cure, then we can one day return to our old selves and live a normal, pain-free life. We can have healthy relationships with our loved ones. We can stop taking the painkillers that numb our suffering to a degree and become part of the living again.



Please don't judge us and declare that we are all the things we are not - until you have lived with this disease ravaging your mind and body, you cannot speak on it.



Whatever doesn't kill us makes us stronger, someone once said. While Endometriosis may not kill our physical body, it tries like hell to kill our spirit. It tries to kill every hope and dream we ever had of doing the things that make us happy. All of us are out here searching for a cure to put an end to the disease...and we are holding our heads high in spite of Endometriosis and fighting it every single day. We are asking you to take part in that battle and work with us beating it. Wouldn't it be nice to have back the daughter, wife, friend or loved one you once knew?



Think about it.

~The Sentiments of Millions of Endometriosis Sufferers Around the World~

http://www.EndoCenter.org