If you follow me on social media, you know that at nearly 40 years old, I had my first “real” surgery on March 15th. It was a diagnostic laparoscopy that resulted in a diagnosis of endometriosis, a disease that affects an estimated 176 million women worldwide. I will write about my story eventually because I think it is beneficial to share. But right now, I would like to share a bit of what I took from this experience - not uterus and ovary related.
When the alarm went off at 4:45 am, I flipped the switch to silence it and reached for a glass of water that wasn’t there. "Right, no drinking anything," I thought. Next on the morning agenda: take a shower with that awful antimicrobial cleanser. After drying off, I reached for deodorant. Nope. Lotion. Nope. After dressing, I walked to the kitchen where I opened the cabinet for the coffee filter. NOPE! Until we got into the car to drive to the hospital, I had to actively and repeatedly remind myself I couldn’t do what came so automatically.