Hey, I’m Steph. At the age of 16 I was like any other girl. I had a great group of friends, was attending my 12th year at school, and was going out every weekend. This all changed the night before my first year 12 exam. I started feeling sick so went to bed early. That night I vomited twice so did not even try to attend my exam. From then on, I got worse. Later that day I was in utter pain in my lower abdomen area. Being home alone I lay on the couch until my mum came home and I told her I needed to go to ED. After arriving at ED, they could not figure out what was wrong with me so sent me home with Tramadol. The next day I was back in ED for what they thought was my appendix and I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. I spent about 5 days at the hospital drugged out of my mind because they couldn’t decide what was wrong with me. They finally decided to go in and have a look and they took out my slightly inflamed appendix, hoping that was the cause.
After recovering from my surgery, the pain came back worse than before and again we came and went from ED being given only panadol and ibuprofen for my pain! Finally, after about 3 visits to ED, someone mentioned the possibility of endometriosis. I had never heard that word before and it scared me to death.
By February of the next year I had my first appointment with my gynecologist who agreed it sounded like I was suffering from endometriosis. I was put on the 6-month waiting list for my surgery. During these 6 months, the pain was so bad I had to drop out of school. I could not go anywhere or do anything apart from lie on the couch. I lost all my friends because they couldn’t handle my pain. Things started to look up when I was put on the pill and told not to take the red pills (stopping me from getting my period), but I was still not well enough to walk to our mailbox down the drive. 6 months came and went and I hadn’t heard about my surgery. We rang the hospital only to find my surgery could be a year or more away. I couldn’t live like that anymore.
At this point, another option opened up for me when I reunited with an ex-boyfriend. He was a great support and eventually became my boyfriend again. After hearing the news of my surgery being prolonged even longer, we started contemplating trying for a baby. Thankfully, he more than willingly agreed and we started trying. I got pregnant within 2 months and am now 36 weeks pregnant with a little baby girl. I have had no pain during the pregnancy and can now not only walk to the mailbox but to the supermarket around the corner! If I had not tried for this baby I would still be waiting for my surgery. It’s been 18 months of waiting. So I am hoping this pregnancy helps me as much as it can and that I can be a great mother to the little girl I’m carrying.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.