I’ll just preface this post by saying I hate that I know anything about either of these topics. But on the other hand, I’m thankful that I know about these, and not something much worse. Let’s face it, there is much, MUCH worse!
I know that surgery, of any kind, is a scary thought.
I know the worst part of surgery, usually, is the lead up and the wait, especially the morning of!
I know putting your life in someone else’s hands, is very difficult for a control freak.
I know there are always risks with surgery, no matter how “minor” it may be.
I know that I should have become an anesthetist.
I know that contrary to popular belief, you don’t actually get a better sleep in hospital.
I know that every little pain or twinge you feel in your legs after surgery automatically puts you into paranoia about blood clots.
I know that no matter how long you lay in bed post-surgery in your paper gown and nappy between your legs, the second you get up is the same second your doctor will walk in.
I know endometriosis is a condition that occurs when the scar like tissue that grows on the inside of the uterus instead grows on the outside.
I know endometriosis affects more people than they know about, because many women will never know they have it.
I know endometriosis is one of the leading causes of female infertility.
I know there are no guarantees, even with the endo removed, that we will have success getting pregnant.
I know there are a lot of questions left unanswered, and lots more research to be done when it comes to endo.
I know I keep reading that “some studies show surgery to remove endometriosis can double the pregnancy rate.” But I don’t know what that means exactly.
I know baby making is all about science. And I am so happy the surgery actually found something. “If it’s meant to be” has very little, if anything to do with it.
I know that we now have renewed hope. And that gives me strength.
Linking up with Dorothy at Singular Insanity for Things I Know