Friday, March 1, 2013

Endometriosis S.O.S.

March is Endometriosis Awareness Month. I have no idea who created any of these graphics but aren't they awesome? 

The following is an Acrostic Poem that I wrote a long time ago, when I was about nineteen years old. This poem remained untitled for a few years to come, until I was twenty-four years old and Dr. Ken Sinervo with the Center for Endometriosis Care in Atlanta, GA gave me back my life after endometriosis and adhesions turned my body into a torture chamber.

I continue to deal with menorrhagia and dysmenorrhea but the pain I face now is in no way comparable to what I endured before surgery with the Center for Endometriosis Care. The majority of my time is spent free from physical pain. The hard part is waking up every morning and staring down infertility for the rest of the day. It's trying not to dwell on what the doctors before Sinervo did and didn't do for me. But now I know that I'm not alone. This poem was, and sometimes continues to be, a cry for help.

Distorting my confidence, 
Obliterating all hope – 
My body betrays me with 
Endless pain. 
Injuring my pride, 
Obstructing all conviction – 
Senses molested with 
Infinite abuse. 

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