Tuesday, January 20, 2015

It was.... Soap Poisoning.

Who ever wrote The Christmas Story was just absolutely genius with Ralphie's imagination.  I feel like every kid dreams of the day when his parents realize the pain they caused them.  In the absolutely depths of despair they ruined their child's life.  And then Ralphie smiles.... ah so classic.




Just like any other kid, I had two things that all growing up I just couldn't wait for them to see the truth.  Then they'll be sorry.  Then they'll feel so bad!

1. My allergy to carrots.  Raw Carrots.  Sounds silly I know but as long as I can remember carrots have always made my throat and ears itch to an intolerable degree.  Now I get it, seeing how I was the girl that hated ALL veggies why would they believe me that I was allergic to carrots.  I remember as I was sitting there chocking down carrots just imaging what my parents would feel when they finally found out that I did in fact have an allergy to a protein in a lot of raw veggies including carrots.

I was 21 when I finally went to an allergist.  He wanted to test me for hay fever, molds, and animals.  I let him run those tests but most important for me was to finally prove after all those years of forced eaten carrots, that I was allergic to them.  I came running home so ecstatic to inform my family that all these years I wasn't lying.  I believe the first response I heard was, "Yeah, yeah, doctors will tell people anything these days."

2. TMI: I have had the worst cramps imaginable my entire post-kid life.  20 years of the worst things you can imagine.  Now coming from a very male dominant family... I never got much sympathy.  My mom tried.  Oh she tried.  She understood.  But to the mass majority of my family, I was just an incredible wimp who needed to, "Rub some dirt on it and get back out there."

Well today was the day.  The day that I got an explanation for the years of pain and agony, lying on the floor in bathroom in the fetal position just wanted to die.  I have endometriosis.

Endometriosis (en-doe-me-tree-O-sis) is an often painful disorder in which tissue that normally lines the inside of your uterus — the endometrium — grows outside your uterus (endometrial implant). Endometriosis most commonly involves your ovaries, bowel or the tissue lining your pelvis. Rarely, endometrial tissue may spread beyond your pelvic region.
In endometriosis, displaced endometrial tissue continues to act as it normally would — it thickens, breaks down and bleeds with each menstrual cycle. Because this displaced tissue has no way to exit your body, it becomes trapped. When endometriosis involves the ovaries, cysts called endometriomas may form. Surrounding tissue can become irritated, eventually developing scar tissue and adhesions — abnormal tissue that binds organs together.
Endometriosis can cause pain — sometimes severe — especially during your period.
Now if you are wondering why it took 20 years of absolute insane pain to diagnose me... Endometriosis can't be diagnosed without surgery.  So yesterday was the day.  And I can't tell you the relief I felt when Jason told me the surgeon found so much tissue throughout my abdomen that he has to do 3 incisions instead of the planned 2 to get to all of it.  And burn all of the extra tissue off my organs.
The pain of this surgery is so worth it.  Because now I know I wasn't just a wimp!  I wasn't crazy.  

Sadly (actually probably not sadly, probably a good thing) years later.... I'm not like Ralphie, I'd get no pleasure if my parents felt bad.  I am just thrilled to finally have answers.

3 comments:

goddessdivine said...

Ok. You look a little too happy on that hospital bed. ;-0

Sorry about your condition, but am glad you finally have answers. I've known a few gals with this and it is/was not fun for them. I hope things start looking brighter.

Jeremy and Annisha and family said...

I sure hope the surgery helps!!

Camile said...

I love your connection to A Christmas Story! ha! It really is every kid's dream to prove to their parents that their life was ruined in some aspect because of what their parents did. My idea was to pay them back by doing things differently when I became a mom. Funny thing is... I've finally realized (in my case) they were mostly right about everything. :)

Anyway, I hope this surgery did the trick and that you feel much better when Aunt Flo visits.