I’m doubting the seeds I’ve planted again
I’m sitting in a lawn chair watching my bunny trim back my perennials with his teeth. I can hear the birds communicating, and my neighbor mowing his lawn. There is peace and there is peril. The threat not yet defined, but felt.
My husband is inside with our 3 dogs so my bunny can have free roaming time in total comfort. And so he doesn’t get turned into a chew toy by 2/3 dogs. I’m not exactly sure if our puppy would tear him apart or not.
They’ve met a few times before and even played a bit. Puppies grow quickly and so does their rambunctious and sometimes aggressive nature. I don’t have the bandwidth to figure that out right now, and I really don’t want to lose another bunny this year.
My journey with Endometriosis
Maybe you’ve heard of it, maybe you haven’t. Maybe you even have it, and if so, I’m sorry. Me too. I’m not here to write about the scientific facts about endometriosis, otherwise referred to as endo, since you can find all of that information on your own in a google search. I want to speak about my story with endo, because every story looks different.
I got diagnosed with endometriosis in August of 2020. The day of my excision surgery, was the day of my diagnosis. That is, because you can’t officially confirm if a patient’s symptoms are endo or not until you go in surgically to confirm. I opted for the full excision surgery performed by a specialist instead of having them open me up just to confirm and have to schedule a separate surgery for removal.
Before I dive into the dirty details of my discovering what the hell was wrong with me, now is your chance to stop reading if you cannot handle hearing about blood, bowel movements, or anything graphic for that matter. This is personal stuff, and I’m ready to share, because I do believe it is through speaking on the subject that other women learn about the odd symptoms they face, and can start seeking the healthcare they need.