Hello, ladies. Well, my story starts off with endometriosis–a strong and painful pain. It all started when I was 13, after my first period. I thought it was going to be like all teenage stuff, but I was wrong. I never thought it would be painful. Day after day in pain, and there was no answer. I had a heating pad 24/7, sleepless nights in and out of the ER, going from doctor to doctor. My pain got so bad every month, I would have to stay in bed. I would cry because I could not run, play, or try out for any sport at school because of this pain. I also remember I would pass out in the school bathroom, bleeding so bad. I didn’t even have friends because I missed so many days of school for this pain.
Days passed, and I prayed to God to take this away from me. I went in to to get help and found myself in a dark room with no way out. I cried to see my mother standing next to the hospital bed and crying, asking, why me, when I was only 13-, 14-, 15-years-old. I should be with friends, but instead, I was in a hospital getting the strongest medication there was to help.
A few years later, I went to an OBGYN. I opened up and talked from the bottom of my heart, and he responded to me. “You are too young to go around with this pain.” He sent me to the best doctor in south San Francisco. I waited a month to be seen, and as I remember, on the big day, I felt happy to finally find out what it was because I was not crazy. I did have pain. There was something going on inside. I got there, was seen, and a word came out that I remember and will always remember forever: Endometriosis. He explained what it was and why it was there and asked if I wanted to have surgery to make sure it was Endometriosis and remove it. I said, “Yes, I want this to end now.”
My surgery was scheduled for May 7, 2015. So, with faith, I went into surgery. That was not the end. After trying to wake up, I started to have problems breathing. All I remember is that it went so fast, and I didn’t felt anything. Next to me, my mother was crying. She had to go outside, so the doctors could put a tube in my mouth to help me breathe.
After that, I was better, but I had to stay at the hospital for a few days. Then finally, I was out. We had to drive back home, and it would take 4 hours to get there. After surgery, all I did was recover. Months passed. A year passed, and I found the love of my life, soon to be my husband my forever. A few months after we finally got married, I was expecting a baby boy. We were so happy and waited together 9 months, but the gift did not wait and was born at 36 weeks. He was only 5 lbs and 19 inches long. He was tiny and is now the love of my heart.
A couple months later, I started all over with this pain, and it got stronger. I had to go to another doctor who lives closer and talked about a second surgery. Yes, the endometriosis had come back. He did not wait. I had a cyst in my right ovary, and three weeks later, I went into surgery. After the surgery, the doctor talked with me: “Yazmin, you had a big cyst in the right side of your ovary and also had a lot of Endometriosis in the bladder, tubes, and other areas in the abdomen. I did my best and removed some of it, but I want you to know Endometriosis is hard to remove. There is no cure. And the result came back positive that you do have Endometriosis.” Right after that, my body froze, and I did not answer for a moment. Then I responded, “Okay, what is the next step?” and he said, “Shots, so you won’t bleed anymore.” I answered, “Okay, let’s do this as soon as possible,” and so he did. A few days later, I started having problems with low blood pressure and pain due to my second surgery, but I have faith in God.
Now it is 2016, and I’m only 18-years-old. And yes, I have been and am still going with this pain, but this is my fight story. Never give up, never say never, because we are strong and will always fight. Never give up, because you know your body better than anyone else. Have faith. We are Endometriosis warriors, and we are in this together. So let’s FIGHT!!!!!!!!
The informational content of this article 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.
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.