Thursday, July 17, 2025

Disneyland's 70th Birthday ✨🏰🎂

Happy 70th Birthday to the Happiest Place on Earth!!! ✨🏰🎂

Today I'm back with a magical post for this special occasion!  I can't believe this is my first Disneyland 70th Anniversary Celebration post.  Back when the Disneyland 60th was coming up, I was writing blog posts like a crazy lady.  This time around, it's been hard to muster up the magic when I haven't been feeling well.  But the past few days... the magic has taken hold of me whether I was ready for it or not.  Today, I'm super excited about Disneyland's 70th Anniversary Celebration... 

And I'm more excited about it now that I know Eliot and I will be able to go celebrate in person!  That's right... Eliot and I will be going to Disneyland next year (barring any issues or health problems with me).  He's going to be racing in the Disneyland Half Marathon while I happily stay in race retirement and cheer him on.  I can't wait!!! 

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In the meantime, I'm trying my best to celebrate Disneyland's milestone birthday today at home in an endometriosis friendly way.  During my lunch break, I hopped on Disney+ to watch a few Disney Parks POV videos.  Eliot and I usually start our Disney trips with Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mansion... so it seemed fitting to watch both of those!  I've never watched any of these POV videos on Disney+ before, and the quality was amazing!  I'm also planning to watch a few more of them later on tonight once Eliot is home.  (I saved Indiana Jones and Tiana's Bayou Adventure for him.)  And I'd like to end the evening watching the Nighttime Spectaculars! 

I have been listening to the Disneyland 70th soundtrack while working on orders.  The magical music is making me extra excited about going on our trip in January!

I've also been following a few of my favorite "influencers" online while they are at the celebration in person.  I can't wait to be there myself!

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There are so many things that I'm looking forward to.  I'm so excited that the Paint the Night nighttime parade is back!  It's my favorite!  And I can't wait to experience the Wondrous Journey fireworks show.  There's a new Walt Disney animatronic and exhibit at Disneyland.  Over at California Adventure, World of Color Happiness is also new.  The Pixar Pals Parade is also back!  And I can't even deny it... I am SO excited about the Celebrate Happy Calvacade... because Duffy and ShellieMay are in it!!! 

And the decorations, the merchandise, the food... I can't wait to see everything.

Hopefully I'll be able to write more about it between now and when Eliot and I will be heading out to California... but if not, it will most likely be because of health stuff and projects.  I've got a few things in mind that I would love to accomplish before our trip!  (Hopefully more on that in the coming months!)

For now, Happy 70th Birthday Disneyland.  May you always be filled with magic, joy and happiness.  I can't wait to Celebrate Happy with you!!!  °o°

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

10 Things Your Friend With Endometriosis Wants You to Know 💛🎗🌻

Hi friends.  I know you're probably getting sick of these, but I'm back today with another endometriosis post.  When I decided to "go public" with my diagnosis, I started to write and a few very distinct blog posts started forming.  I needed to write posts about my diagnosis, my symptoms, my cyst and my flare-ups.  But after I went public with it... something else started to take shape.  And that's come together in this post.

I would like to preface the rest of this post by saying that I can't speak for everyone who has been diagnosed with endometriosis.  But I needed to get this out.  I've seen too much pain and hurting from girls in my endometriosis support group... and I can feel them crying out for someone to listen and try to understand where we're coming from.

I have also noticed myself having a lot of big feelings when I've had interactions with people over the past few weeks.  This blog post started out as a few quick tips... maybe five.  But through each interaction, it kind of morphed into it's own thing.  And since writing is where I seem to shine, I thought I would write these down as a reference.  I'm not even sure if anyone who needs to read them will.  But I would love for everyone I know (who loves me and wants the best for me) to read them... because it feels like I'm baring my soul a bit here.  Also, unlike my other Top Ten posts, I didn't number these because I didn't want to rate them.  They're all important.  So I guess let's do this... 

10 Things Your Friend With Endometriosis Wants You to Know

Validate My Pain, My Feelings and My Experience

First and foremost, please simply believe me.  After years of medical gaslighting, please believe what I'm telling you.  I'm not doing this for attention.  Please believe that my pain is real and that my experience with this disease is real.  It's not "just cramps" during my period.  The pain I have experienced is at times completely debilitating, at the very least it's constant aching.  In fact, I wrote a whole separate post just about my symptoms.  So if you haven't read that yet, I encourage you to pop over there before continuing here.

Do Your Research

Please do your own research and educate yourself about endometriosis.  To be frank, I'm already exhausted all of the time and I just don't have the spoons.  Plus, all it takes is a quick Google search and you'll realize how awful and debilitating endo can be.

Don't Try to Fix or Diagnose Me

I don't want you to try and fix me.  I don't want you to do tons of research to try to help the situation.  I just want you to be informed about what I'm dealing with, but I don't expect anyone to come up with any answers.  Plus, only I know the true nature of my disease and how it's affecting me and my life.  And respectfully, you aren't my doctor so I haven't told you everything.  There are quite literally only a handful of other people who know the full story... and that's my three doctors, Eliot and my Mom.

Please Don't Tell Me to Reach Out To You Unless You Really Mean It

Endometriosis sucks.  So if you can't be a reliable sounding board, it's better to just tell me right upfront.  I'm having a very hard time trusting people with this... because I can already feel people trying to keep their distance from me.  I know that I'm probably not much fun right now.  I hurt most of the time and I'm a total downer sometimes.  Please don't allow me to confide in you if you aren't prepared for it.  Because you pulling away after I've shared this with you makes me feel that much more upset and lonely.

Please Check In... 

Even if you aren't equipped to be a sounding board on the bad days, please take a minute to check in on me periodically.  I wish that I'd get more random texts from people saying hi or simply that they're thinking of me.  This disease is very lonely and it feels like no one wants anything to do with me anymore.

But Don't Necessarily Expect a Response

If you do reach out, please don't think I've ghosted you... even if I have.  I can promise you that it's not intentional.  And I'm not mad at you.  I'm just terrible at getting back to people right now.  I constantly feel like I'm a terrible friend, cousin, etc. because I take forever to message people back.  The reality is that I'm just exhausted all the time so I really have to prioritize what needs to get done before I do anything else.

Don't Take Me Cancelling Plans Personally

As much as I could want to do whatever with you, I might not feel good that day and I might cancel last minute.  Recently, I've been cancelling things left and right.  Eliot and I roll with the punches and don't make any plans concrete.  It's nothing personal... the reality is that I'm sick and I have a lot of days when I'd rather lay in bed or on my couch.

Also Don't Take Me Not Making Any Plans Personally

This is my trick in order to not worry about cancelling on people-  I've just tried to not make plans to begin with.  The downside of this, is that people probably think that I'm avoiding them.  When the reality is that I don't want to disappoint you by canceling last minute.  It's easier just to avoid plans in general.  But that's not really how a former social butterfly thrives... and I'm having a very hard time adjusting to this loneliness.

Support My Self-Care 

Please encourage me to nap, relax, read a book, color, binge watch television/movies, etc.  Because if you know me, then you know that I don't like to slow down.  You also know that I judge way to much of my self-worth on how productive I've been.  And considering that I haven't been able to do much at all these past few months... I am feeling pretty badly about myself right now.  Please remind me that it's ok to rest and that it's ok to stay in bed (or on the couch) if I need to.  My self-care is critical.

There Isn't a Cure For Endometriosis 

Finally... this is the most important one.  If you only take one of these home in your mind, please for the love of all that is holy let it be this one.  Endometriosis is a life-long disease that there isn't a cure for.  Please do not make me feel like this is something that I have to "battle" or "conquer" in order to get better.  There is no winning with endometriosis.  There is no magical hump that you get over and suddenly you're cured.  There are no pills.  There is no magic diet.  My excision surgery will not "fix" me.  If you tell me to "just get pregnant" I will probably punch you.  And please don't ask me if I'm feeling better yet... because there is no "yet" with endometriosis.  This is now a part of me, and I'm just trying my best to learn to navigate it and all that it entails. 💛🎗🌻

Monday, July 14, 2025

What Is a Flare Up? 💛🎗🌻

Happy Monday Friends!  Look at me with already four blog posts in July!  (I'm on a roll!)  And you're probably getting sick of me at this point, but here I am.  Today I'm back with yet another endometriosis post.  I wanted to write something specifically for flare-ups.  I never even knew these existed until these past few months... but boy, do they explain a few things in my life.  I touched upon them when I first told you about my diagnosis, but I wanted to dive in a little bit more.  Talking about them with my symptoms didn't seem right... because when I was working to get a diagnosis, I didn't even know flare-ups were a thing.  But now that you all know that I have endometriosis, and that I have all of the symptoms for it... I thought it was time to dive a bit deeper.  So... what is a flare up?

An endometriosis flare-up, or "endo flare-up" is a period of time when endometriosis symptoms get more intense and severe than usual.  Your pain and other symptoms become much more extreme and you have no idea how long it will last.  I could last a few hours, it could last days, it could last weeks.

The hard part is that many things can trigger a flare-up.  It could be caused by hormonal fluctuations, stress, sleep disturbances or inflammation in the body.  There are things you can try to avoid, like inflammatory foods.  But things like hormonal fluctuations are completely out of your control so you just have to buckle up for the ride.

The past few months, I've been learning new things about my disease everyday.  And as I learn more, things keep clicking inside of my head.  Suddenly, things that I've experienced over the past few years are actually making much more sense to me.

One thing I've learned is that flare-up triggers are different for everyone.  My personal triggers- that I've identified so far- appear to be certain foods, stress and tight clothing.

Food- This has been the hardest trigger to pinpoint.  Some days, certain foods bother me and the next day I'll be fine.  I'm still being very careful with what I eat.  I'm trying to limit inflammatory foods- red meat, processed meat, sugary drinks, and fried foods; but I haven't totally cut them out.  And I'd like to mention that it's pretty dang hard when our local sport teams don't offer much other than hot dogs, pizza, fries and burgers.  (Let's not get me started on that tangent though...) Overall, I've cut down on sugar and fried foods.  Instead, I'm eating a lot more fruits, vegetables, seeds and nuts.

Stress- This is hard because everyone has some form of stress in their life.  But I've identified a few flare-ups that I now know I experienced in the past... and I was in some very stressful situations during those times.  Because of that, I've adopted a very strict frame of mind for myself regarding stress.  I try very hard not to stress about things.  I've even started to meditate when necessary.  Deep breathing to center myself has become one of my greatest tools.

Tight Clothing- I've been struggling with this forever.  My shorts have always caused me stomach pain... which never made sense to me because they weren't tight.  But I've realized where they hit right under my belly button is a sensitive area.  Unfortunately, that's where pretty much all pants hit.  I haven't actually worn jeans in years.  Even my leggings have been unbearable recently.  My fleece leggings are more stretchy, but we've had some uncomfortable moments together as well.  Which is why I finally turned to maternity shorts.  They were literally the only thing I could think of that wouldn't touch my stomach in all of the places that hurt.  And I have to admit that I've been feeling much better in this regard since switching pants.

I'm really proud of myself with how hard I've been trying to take care of myself.  It has been a lot of extra mental work for me (hello endo mental gymnastics) but it's been worth it to not be spending every minute of every day in bed.  However, your period & hormones can cause flare-ups too... so I'm never really out of the woods.

I can tell you that the flare-ups I know I've had have been excruciating.  Also, heads up, we're entering the TMI zone again now... so read at your own risk.

I think the absolute worst flare-up I had was when I was constipated over that Memorial Day Weekend at my parents' house.  I was in so much pain.  Everyone in the entire house knew about it... because I was quite literally in agony.  I was so upset because at the time, I had no idea what was causing the constipation.  My Mom gave me some of her pills she had to take after heart surgery, and even those didn't help.  I was quite literally praying to God one night to simply fart.  Just one little fart.  Something, anything to relieve the pressure in my stomach.  Eliot rubbed my back forever... nothing helped.  When I was finally able to poop days later, I almost cried because I was so relieved.

Since then, Eliot and I have joked that Chipotle and McDonald's are what's for dinner if I'm ever feeling backed up.  But in all seriousness, we've specifically had Chipotle or McDonald's a few times since that weekend due to me being concerned about backed up bowel movements.  I don't ever want to go through that agony again.

Another time I think I had a flare-up was my most recent case of covid last September.  I was miserably sick... and way worse off than Eliot.  I ended up getting up around midnight on our wedding anniversary because my stomach really hurt.  I was hot... so freaking hot.  I went to the toilet thinking I needed to go to the bathroom... and I literally felt sick to my stomach.  The pain was so bad that it was causing me to feel nauseous.  At that point, I was so hot that I thought you might be able to cook eggs on my back.  I stripped down totally naked and it still didn't help.

The next thing I knew, I was throwing up.  And it was awful.  I've never felt so out of control of my own body.  I sat right there, naked on the toilet, throwing up over and over in the bucket while my entire body felt like it was completely on fire.  My stomach was cramping horribly.  That was one of the times I almost had Eliot take me to the hospital.  Calling an ambulance also crossed my mind... because I had no idea what my body was doing.  Thankfully, after a few awful minutes, I stopped being sick and things started to regulate for me again.  But it was incredibly scary.

Since being diagnosed with endometriosis, I've also realized multiple times when I thought that I've had "food poisoning", it was much more likely that they were all endo flare-ups.  I had "food poisoning" two Christmases in a row... yet I ate the same food as everyone else, and I'm the only one who got sick.  There was also that time I got sick when I was in Trenton helping Mom and Dad over tax season one year.  That was the time Eliot ended up passing out at work and I couldn't even go home to him because I was too busy throwing up most of the day.  Then, there was the time I had Olive Garden with Mom and Dad while they were in Portland for a work trip.  I was so sick the next day and blamed it on the food.

I actually cut pasta and red sauce out of my life for at least six months.  I had spaghetti during one of the Christmas "food poisoning" incidents.  And it was just a few days prior that I had the ravioli and red sauce at Olive Garden.  At the time, I was convinced that it was food poisoning, or that my body was suddenly allergic to one of them.  Eliot and I flew out to San Jose to visit his parents about two months after those incidents and we went to the Spaghetti Factory for dinner.  It killed me because I forced myself to eat a salad while everyone else around me was chowing down on pasta.  Months later, I finally decided to slowly re-introduce pasta and red sauce into my life... and I was fine.

None of these incidents ever fully made sense to me at the time.  Sure, I'd find a logical reason to explain them... covid caused my body to completely spaz.  Maybe I had food poisoning or I was suddenly allergic to sauce and pasta.  But it never sat right with me.

Then, I was diagnosed with endometriosis.  I started doing research about it.  I joined a support group and learned more about how it affected other women.  Another girl had a flare-up and she was also burning hot like fire.  Other girls had horrific incidents where they were throwing up and they don't know what caused it.  Suddenly, everything suddenly clicked into place.  It's like a light switch was turned on and it all finally made sense.  All of these random things were likely flare-ups... and I just never knew it.

Plus it also explained why I've felt like a giant balloon some days.  Something I haven't mentioned yet is "endo belly".  I've mentioned the bloating, but I haven't talked about how you can swell up like a balloon- whether you're in a flare-up or not.  I'm not tiny to begin with, so thankfully it's not as extreme for me as it is for other girls.  But there are days when I feel like a pregnant whale.  I have been beating myself up for so long.  I lost a bunch of weight and I didn't feel like I could tell when I looked in the mirror.  Looks aren't everything... because I'd much rather feel healthy again.  But I do think it will be interesting to see what I look like after surgery and the endo lesions and cyst are gone.

So for now, I'm just strapping in for my endometriosis roller coaster ride.  I'm doing everything in my power to eat healthy, get plenty of rest, wear endo-friendly clothing and do all the things to keep the flare-ups at bay.  And I don't want to jinx myself... but for the most part, it seems to be working.  Here's hoping I can keep it that way!!! 💛🎗🌻

Friday, July 11, 2025

My Own Personal Baseball... 💛🎗🌻

Today I'd like to share more about my own personal baseball that current resides inside of me.  I know I already shared quite a bit about my symptoms, but I thought that I would write a separate post about my cyst because it involves a whole other myriad of symptoms and issues.  And like it or lump it (haha, get it)...  it has become a part of me.

I didn't even know about it's existence until after my MRI on April 7th.  Even then, the results of my MRI examination in my chart was a bunch of doctor speak... so I didn't really understand the full scope of it.  At my follow up with my new gynecologist a few days later, Eliot and I discussed the cyst briefly with him, but we still didn't understand the full picture of what was actually going on inside of me.

It wasn't until later that Friday evening that things suddenly came into focus.  After Eliot and I went to bed, we were laying there and he was rubbing my back while I tried to settle my thoughts from the day.  I casually asked Eliot how big 8cm was since he's an engineer and he regularly works with the metric system.  He replied that it's just over 3".

Suddenly, it was like the air was removed from the room as the information sunk in for both of us.  Eliot started to make sure he was calculating the math correctly while I simultaneously asked our Alexa device how big it was.  Both replied that 8 centemeters was about 3.15 inches.  That's the size of a baseball, a hockey puck or an orange.

I immediately started to spiral, freaking out that I had cancer.  I could tell that Eliot was starting to panic a little, but he tried to keep me calm.  The doctor hadn't said anything about cancer at my appointment after all.  Still, I spiraled and eventually he settled off into the land of sleep.  Meanwhile, I lay in bed for another four hours with my thoughts and brain racing.  I looked up images of ovarian cysts, information on how one could get that large.  I tried again and again to fall asleep... but it wouldn't come.  It wasn't until around 4:00 AM Saturday morning that I had finally fretted myself to sleep.

Suddenly, the cyst was all I could feel... and all I could think about.  It wasn't until a few days later that I had my follow up ultrasound.  (The first thing my doctor wanted me to do was have one to confirm what the MRI results showed.)  Also, I should note that it was originally scheduled out another three weeks.  But I called first thing Monday morning to see if they could get me in sooner.  I'd spent the entire weekend freaking out, and I was done with that.  Thankfully, they had an appointment the following day.   

That Tuesday, I was super nervous about my ultrasound.  I had done a trans-vaginal ultrasound before, so it wasn't the actual ultrasound that scared me.  I'd also done the whole drink a boatload of water before coming so your bladder is full thing... I wasn't happy about it, but I would survive.  But this time, I was going to the ultrasound knowing I had a giant cyst inside of me, and it hurt anyways without anyone pressing on it.

After all, I'd only had my MRI 8 days prior and I was still very sore from that.  Laying still on the table for 45 minutes wasn't my favorite.  But I'd realized that the thing they had to put on top of me to put pressure on my stomach had severely agitated me.  (Looking back, now I know that all of this testing sent me into a multi-week long endo flare-up.)

Thankfully, the ultrasound wasn't awful.  It didn't hurt my cyst nearly as bad as I had mentally prepared myself for.  And my bladder wasn't screaming at me as much this time.  Plus, this time I outright told the ultrasound tech that I wanted Eliot in the room with me.  (He didn't come last time because I didn't think they would let him.)  But I know after this time that having him there with me kept me more calm and relaxed.

That Friday, it was déjà vu as we walked back into my gynecologist's office for yet another follow up.  My doctor checked both my MRI and my current ultrasound against the other ultrasound I had previously done the year before.  The cyst on my ovary wasn't there a year ago.  (Or if it was, it was so small that it wasn't noticeable.)  He said that "8 cm cysts don't just show up like that," so that was a little bit alarming.  But Eliot and I weren't as blindsided by everything this time, and we asked a ton of questions.

My doctor believed it was a cluster of chocolate cysts (also known as endometriomas) on my right ovary.  Basically they're cysts that form made up of gross old blood.  They are a result of endometriosis and are pretty common in people who have it.  They're not generally a huge problem... until they get huge like mine did.  There is a chance that it could burst, but he didn't think that was likely.  (And unfortunately, if it did burst, there isn't much they can do for me anyways other than give me pain meds.)  Eliot and I left the appointment with a lot more knowledge and peace- with a plan to seek excision surgery and treatment elsewhere since he wasn't comfortable operating on me.

Here we're flashing forward two months in time to when Eliot and I finally met with my surgeon mid-June... because all of the in between over those two months was long, frustrating, scary, painful and not something I'd like to re-live... even here on my blog.  

The appointment with my surgeon finally came on 6/17 and it was such a relief to be in the office with the doctor who would treat me.  It was down in MA, about an hour and a half and two states away.  Thankfully, Eliot and I both immediately liked him.  I told him about all of my symptoms and the story of how we got to where we were at.  

I also told him about my cyst saying that "I call it my own personal baseball that I carry around everywhere with me."  He then replied that it was larger than a baseball... and probably closer to a softball.  (That's a large orange or smaller grapefruit for those not into sports.)  So yeah... it's probably bigger than I thought.  I'm still calling it a baseball... but who knows how big it actually is.  It's also been three months since my MRI and ultrasound images were taken... so it could have grown even more since then.

Unfortunately, it was most likely one of my medications that caused the cyst to grow over the past year.  Of course, no one will come right out and say it.  But that's definitely the only logical reason that it's grown as exponentially as it has.  I'm not an idiot and I did a bunch of research the night that I was completely terrified.  I mentioned this to my surgeon and he nodded that it was a probable cause.  He also confirmed with me that I'm not on any medications that would potentially cause more harm, and I said I'm not.

So for now, my own personal baseball still resides inside of me.  I can feel it... not when I'm just sitting and relaxing- but when I get up and move.  Since the endometriosis has attached body parts inside of me, there's a pulling sensation when I move certain ways.  I can't reach out or up for anything without feeling everything inside of me shift.  The cyst seems to be right in the middle of that... and I can feel it.

Now I have to wear extra loose clothing.  I've given up on wearing my normal shorts and bike shorts this summer.  And I'm so happy to be out of my leggings too.  (The fleece ones were more stretchy, but the normal ones hurt like hell.)  Like I said before, I'm mostly wearing maternity bike shorts since the waist band is high under my boobs and doesn't hit any of the tender spots on my stomach.  Thankfully, the maternity shorts leave plenty of room for my growing cyst... so they're incredibly comfortable.

I'm extra careful with my stomach and I get why pregnant mothers instinctually protect their bellies... because I've caught myself doing it with my cyst.  I take wide turns like a truck driver so I don't accidentally run into the wall or something.  (I'm a known counter clipper and I've caught myself in the side too many times to count.)  I sidestep in tight quarters to make sure I'm safe.  And I quite literally hold my stomach when wandering through crowds to protect myself from someone passing by accidentally hitting me with a purse or bag.  I have grown a protective bubble around myself... because my cyst already hurts enough- I really don't need it to have any reason to burst.

Right now, Eliot and I are not so patiently waiting to hear back from the hospital.  I'd like to get this thing evicted as soon as I can.  But in reality, we could be looking at August, September, October... who knows?  For now, I'm just going to continue to baby myself and keep that protective bubble wrapped around my stomach and my baseball. 💛🎗🌻

Thursday, July 10, 2025

Chronic Disease Awareness Day🎗

I'm just popping in for a minute since today is Chronic Disease Awareness Day. 🎗 

I’ll admit, it’s not a day that I even knew about… until I recently did a quick Google search about it.  I've been wanting there to be more awareness about endometriosis since it usually takes women so long to get diagnosed.  I already know that March is Endometriosis Awareness Month... but I was a bit surprised when that was it.  Then I found Chronic Disease Awareness Day and marked it on my calendar.

You don't often think about it... but there are a lot of people with chronic diseases.  Many people in my life have diabetes.  In fact, I don't think I ever finally finished that blog post... but Eliot was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes a few weeks before my Dad died.  That summer we were going through a lot of medical stuff and then we lost him.  I had actually started to write a post about Eliot's diagnosis... but then my world fell apart.

Now that I’m facing my own chronic disease, this particular day hits quite a bit closer to home.  So today I just wanted to stop in to send some love out to all of the other chronic disease fighters with a shout out to my fellow Endometriosis Warriors. 💖 

Sometimes, things really suck… but we’ve got this. 💛🎗🌻

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Suffering In Silence 💛🎗🌻

Hey friends!  It's been two weeks since I first publicly told you about my endometriosis diagnosis.  Today, I thought I'd share a bit more how having endo has reshaped my life.

I will warn you, if you're a bit squeemy talking about bodily functions, this is not for the faint of heart.  Endometriosis completely sucks and a lot of the symptoms are gross.  But I feel like it's important to share this knowledge.  This journey has been very hard on me, and I wish that I'd gotten more information about it sooner.  I never imagined a day where I'd be telling the world about my bodily functions here on my magical blog.  But here we are.  And I'm totally mortified, but I'm going to do it anyways because I think this is important... even if it helps only one other woman or girl know that she isn't alone.

Still here?  Ok, let's dive in.  I guess the first place to start is to answer the question, what is endometriosis?  A quick Google search will tell you that it's a condition where tissue similar to the lining of the uterus grows outside of the uterus.  It's usually found on the ovaries, fallopian tubes and other body parts in the pelvic region.  It's a chronic disease that causes painful symptoms and can affect fertility.  There is no known cause for it as of right now.  There are ways to treat symptoms, but there is no cure. 

There are a lot of endometriosis symptoms... and I can tell you from experience that many of them are pretty easy to explain away.  (As in, my stomach pain/bowel issues are because of something I ate.)  It's when you start to have most of them, or in my case ALL of them, that things finally begin to click.  Obviously, symptoms can be different for everyone, but these are the things that I've personally experienced.

Let's start with the digestive issues- bloating, constipation, diarrhea, nausea, etc.  I can't even begin to describe how awful this is.  I've had severe stomach bloating, cramping and lots of stomach pain.  Some form of "my tummy hurts" is probably the phrase that I've uttered the most over the past year and half.  The cramps are fairly constant... and occasionally I'll experience a stabbing pain where it feels like I'm actually being stabbed in the stomach.  Super fun... not.  

There are days when my stomach is so bloated that it's sensitive to touch.  It feels full and hard and I can't touch my stomach at all.  The water hitting me in the shower hurts.  My underwear and pants hurt.  There are days when I daydream about laying in bed on my back completely naked with nothing touching my stomach... not even the sheets.

Lately, I've actually been wearing maternity bike shorts most days.  I realized that all of my "normal" shorts hit the part of my stomach that can't be touched.  I was so excited when I realized that maternity pants would sit higher up on my stomach.  I quickly bought two pairs from Torrid to try out, and they've literally saved me from having endo flare ups daily.  (I wanted to buy a few more pairs, but they sold out of my size before I could get them.)  Wearing these has been a lifesaver though.  I now know why I've been miserable the past few summers... because my shorts were hurting me.

Endometriosis has destroyed my digestive system.  (I'll preface the rest of this part with the classic reminder that "everybody poops" before I share the rest of this mortifying information with you.)  I've experienced both constipation and diarrhea.  There was one Memorial Day weekend a few years ago that Eliot and I were at my parents' house and I was so constipated that I was quite literally praying to God to just let me fart.  My stomach hurt so much that I felt like I would burst.  Eliot had to continuously rub my lower back to try to help relieve the back pain.  And I was laying in bed for hours massaging my stomach trying to work gas pains out.  It was awful. 

If that wasn't fun enough... the major digestive issue that I have experienced is that I have excruciating pain during bowel movements.  There have been a few times when I've had my period that I've literally thought I was going to pass out from the pain.  Picture yourself sitting on the toilet just trying to go #2 and you're in so much stomach pain that you think you'll die.  It's felt like what I imaging giving birth would.  I've almost had Eliot take me to the hospital a few times... it's definitely scary and not pleasant.

Then there's the bowel movements themselves.  Even if they aren't awful and painful, they become irregular.  If you're a person who usually goes once a day, endometriosis might make you go twice a day.  Frequent bowel movements are normal for me now.  Thankfully, I work from home so it isn't usually an issue.  The past two weeks or so... I'm a three time a day girl.  Again, not usually an issue.  The issue becomes when you're trying to leave the house to have a life.  Days we go out for Red Sox games or other day long activities get tricky.  I'm literally trying to get up early enough to go poop before we leave.  Then it's pretty much the first thing I do when we get home and by then I'm already in complete agony & pain.  And I can't help it one bit.

There's also the nausea.  This has definitely been hard to navigate.  It comes up any time for any reason.  I'm hungry and I haven't eaten enough... nausea.  Eliot's lightly tapping his leg without realizing it... nausea.  A few bumps in the road during a car ride... nausea.  The smell of something random... nausea.  Thankfully, none of these things have caused me to actually get sick... yet anyways.  But I've basically gotten used to feeling nauseous most of the time.  However, there have been a few times when I've had "food poisoning" when I've thrown up and looking back I think they've actually been endometriosis flare-ups... but I'll save that fun tidbit for another post.

So while we're already talking about bodily functions, let's dive into urination.  Having endometriosis means that you might also have painful urination.  There have been many times where I've felt like someone was literally digging their hands up under my belly as hard as they could when I'm simply going pee.  (Side note: I actually dug my hands under Eliot's belly while trying to explain to him how it felt and he was yelling out in pain... so yes, it does hurt a lot.)  It's definitely worse during my period.  There have been a few times where I'm literally yelling out in pain while peeing.  And sometimes it happens when I'm not on my period... so that's fun.

The latest and greatest thing is that I'm having frequent urination.  My cyst is causing all kinds of chaos inside of me.  I experience a fullness that makes me feel like I need to pee... even if I don't.  I can't tell you the number of times I've 'had to pee' and barely anything comes out of me.  It's incredibly annoying.  I feel like I need to pee all the time now.  And I catch myself going often if I'm out in public because I never know when I'm actually going to have to go.  So now I just go all the time to be safe.

We're already talking about bodily fluids, so let's just keep rolling along into periods.  I could probably write an entire post separately about having your menstrual cycle with endometriosis... but I won't do that to you (or myself... because who wants to write that?!?!).  Let's just say that endometriosis is best known as causing painful periods... and let me tell you... there's a reason for that.  You want to talk about absolute hell?  That's it.  The cramps are a million times worse.  The menstrual flow is heavy... and blood clots are plenty.  There have been times it's literally pouring out of me.  I've thought I was going to over-bleed.  And I've already mentioned my touch and go moments during urination and bowel movements.  So I'll just leave it at that.

Let's move onto another awkward endometriosis symptom instead... the pelvic pain.  There's pain, pressure, spasms.  It's a whole host of fun.  I've experienced weird things that I call vaginal muscle spasms.  There have also been a few uncomfortable times when I'm just minding my own business and suddenly it feels like someone is literally stabbing me in the vagina.  There's really no rhyme or reason... just stabbing pain.

But the pain that bothers me most is definitely the lower back pain.  It's constant and unrelenting.  It never goes away.  I should give it a name... because it just lives there with me.  It's gotten pretty bad recently.  I actually could barely walk the other day because my back hurt so much.  And there aren't stretches or exercises I could do to help right now... because giant cyst in my stomach.  I can't do anything that might pop or agitate that- so it's pretty much as many back massages that Eliot can give me right now.  There's also upper back pain, mostly near my shoulders and neck- but that doesn't feel like it's as much of a burden.

A weird endometriosis symptom that isn't common is rib pain, chest pain and shortness of breath.  There are actually cases where endo can affect the diaphragm causing these problems.  I'm pretty concerned about what they'll find when they do my surgery... because I have had rib pain, chest pain and shortness of breath.

Two other symptoms of endometriosis are painful sex and infertility.  I'm not going to get into either one of those right now... because frankly I've already spilled enough personal details about my life.  However, I will simply remind you that I've checked off all the endo symptom boxes, so I'll let you come to your own conclusions about that.

Finally, the symptom that's driving me crazy the most is the fatigue.  Now that we know what's going on with me, I can see how badly I've declined these past few months.  There have been been small hints ... me dozing off at a hockey game inside a busy arena, or nodding off on a short car ride.  It used to be small things like that.  Lately, it's been unbearable.  I could go upstairs and nap at pretty much any given moment.  And sometimes I do.  My sleep schedule sucks... my poor body doesn't know what time it is anymore.  I try to keep a normal schedule, but there really isn't a point to it.  At this point, if I'm tired enough to need a nap, I just go take one.  I know my body is fighting so hard that it needs the rest... so I just succumb to it.

And there you have it!  These are the endometriosis symptoms that will help get you diagnosed... or at least heading in that direction.  I would also like to remind everyone that they're not fleeting problems... I have a combination of these fun things happening daily.  And I never know what each day is going to bring.  That’s why endometriosis is a 'chronic illness'… because the symptoms of it are chronic.  But for me, chronic has pushed the boundaries to constant.  It’s constant pain, exhaustion and discomfort that I’m experiencing… because unfortunately we passed 'chronic' a long time ago.

And before you think we're done... nope!  Because there’s more fun in store for anyone who has it.  Obviously different people present with different symptoms.  So this next section is symptoms that aren't specifically endo symptoms, but are things I'm currently experiencing.  I'm learning new things about this every single day, and I've recently learned that these issues can happen to people with endometriosis.

First, we have brain fog.  Yup, this is apparently a thing.  Fun fact: you can actually get endo on your brain.  I'm not saying I have that.  But I have noticed that I'm more of a space cadet than usual.  I've always had the capability of being a little bit overstimulated and flighty... kind of like a cute golden retriever.  But lately, I feel like it's gotten worse.  If I don't write something down, I will not remember it.  Simple as that.

Next up is sciatic nerve pain and hip pain.  I've had this for years... so I'm not sure if the endometriosis has anything to do with it or not.  But I do know that my hip pain has gotten really bad lately.  I guess we'll find out soon enough when I have my surgery.

A fun one that I'm currently having is severe heat sensitivity.  The summer is already hot enough without this.  I've always been more sensitive to heat than the average person... but add all of these other fun endometriosis symptoms and it's a real treat.  Right now, I'm very much an indoor cat.  When I do venture outside, I make sure to take extra care to stay hydrated and keep myself in the shade and cool spots as much as possible.

I think my favorite random symptom is the weirdness about hunger.  (And I haven't seen anyone else in my endometriosis support group ask about it... so who knows how insane this is.)  But I'm having a very hard time knowing if I'm hungry or not.  I've always been someone who clearly knew when she needed food.  Nowadays... it's not that easy.  My usual appetite is gone and it's currently all over the map.  Some days I barely eat.  Other days I stuff myself.  I've caught myself realizing too often that I've missed meal times.  There are also times when I suddenly get very nauseous and there's no explanation for it... until I realize that I might be hungry.  I never used to be someone who would stuff their face when they felt nauseous, but now that's my jam.  Because hunger seems to be the #1 reason when I am feeling nauseous.  I'll eat something, even if I'm not hungry, and a few minutes later I'll feel better.  It's the weirdest thing.

Finally, I've saved what's probably the most infuriating symptom of endometriosis for last... what I've dubbed the Endo Mental Gymnastics.  Clearly, it's not a real, tangible physical symptom.  But if you have endometriosis, the mental gymnastics are definitely something that you'll experience in some form.  And it also comes with a shiny free membership to Medical Gaslighting Anonymous!

But in all seriousness... this has been THE ABSOLUTE WORST.  The mental strain that I have gone through over the years has been ridiculous.  And it's only now that I know what's wrong with me that I can look back and see how terribly I've been treated in the past.  Doctors will tell you that your symptoms are from all sorts of issues... and some girls are told that it's all in their heads.  (Thankfully, that hasn't happened to me...)  At my last pap smear, I had a nurse practitioner who basically told me that my messed up periods were because I was fat.  (Fun Fact: When I told my surgeon that, he was so mortified that he almost fell out of his seat!)  So for years now, I've quite literally blamed myself for the pain I've been experiencing... because I was fat and it was all my fault.

Endometriosis isn't anyone's fault.  If you have it, you have it.  There's nothing you did wrong to cause this.  And I tell myself that all the time.  It's awful and I wouldn't wish these symptoms and this pain on anyone.  But I also know that I'm a fighter.  For years I've been suffering in silence... and I think it's time to be free from the shackles.  Sharing my diagnosis publicly hasn't been easy for me... but I think it's important to talk about it it authentically as part of my journey... even if it isn't very magical. 💛🎗🌻 

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Endometriosis 💛🎗🌻

It’s been exactly 10 months (to the day) since I took this photo.  This girl didn’t know it at the time… but all these months later, it would mean a lot more to her than she ever imagined.  Sunflowers would take on an entirely different meaning & symbolism.  They would make her feel weak, while also making her feel strong.

I’ve been trying to figure out the best time and the best way to say this… but days, weeks, and months have passed and I’m not any closer to finding a way.  So I think it’s time that I just rip the bandaid off and say it.  I have Endometriosis. 🎗🌻


I’ve known something wasn’t right for a while now, but I didn’t have the words to describe it.  80 days ago, I went in for an MRI on my stomach.  A week and one day later, I went to the hospital again for an ultrasound to confirm the findings from the MRI. Both concluded there was plenty of evidence to support suspected endometriosis.  And more alarmingly, both showed a cyst larger than a baseball hanging out on/by my right ovary that needs to be evicted asap.

It’s taken these past two months just to find a doctor who was willing to work on me.  My new surgical gynecologist at our local hospital- nope, my case is too complex for him.  Our specialists who we assumed would be the answer- nope, this is all even above their scope.  After a near mental breakdown and some pleading, I was able to get them to refer me to someone… a minimally invasive surgical specialist down at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center in Boston.

Eliot and I traveled down to MA to meet with him last week.  (I didn’t even have to wait the 5-6 months on their waiting list because my case was too high of a priority.)  But thankfully, not only was he amazing, but he validated everything I’ve been feeling- while confirming my endometriosis diagnosis and finally giving me a path forward… excision surgery to remove all of the endometriosis lesions and the giant cyst that’s taken up residence in my stomach.  For the first time in months, I saw a glimmer of hope. 

I know that I’ve mostly been off the radar for awhile.  I've been desperately trying to keep my social media accounts active... but I've exhausted most of my efforts on that.  To be totally honest, Melissa’s having a hell of a time taking care of Melissa right now.  


Endometriosis has sucked the life out of me… quite literally.  I’m not really ok physically, mentally or emotionally.  Coming to terms with the fact that I have a chronic illness that has no real cure has been a rough road to travel down… but I’m getting there.  I’m sore and I hurt constantly.  I can feel the cyst… and on days when I’m brave enough to look in a mirror, I can see where it resides.  

The mental gymnastics that I’ve been through on this journey is ridiculous.  Women's health is not taken as seriously as it should be.  I’m incredibly thankful that the past two months have gone as well as they have.  Because what is blatantly apparent to me now, is how long I’ve had these problems.  Events from the past 5+ years suddenly make sense.  Those two times that I had food poisoning after Christmas, while everyone else was fine?  Endometriosis.  All of the stomach pains, cramping and pain during my period, urination or bowel movements?  Endometriosis.  It’s been here all along, with quite literally all of the symptoms that come with it.  But it’s taken this long to get to the cause of my symptoms- and that would drive anyone crazy.

And the exhaustion that comes with endometriosis… it’s a special hell that I can’t even describe.  If I could spend all day, every day in bed, I would.  That’s just not who I am. Lately, I’ve taken to bursting into tears over the fact that I can’t do anything without it exhausting me.  Occasionally, I’ll have a day where I mostly feel fine, but a lot of the time I feel like a shell of the person I once was.  My schedule now revolves around days I shower and go out to do things, and days I stay in my pjs/loungewear and hang out on the couch at home.  If I schedule two “go out" days in a row… I pay for it.  And naps- those are the most glorious things in the world right now.  My bed is my greatest friend.

Honestly, it’s been awful.  And I hate myself for complaining because I know there are many people who have it so much worse than I do.  


Thankfully, I finally have some hope on the horizon… My surgery hasn't been scheduled yet, but I should be hearing from them any day now.  I am anticipating that sometime this summer we will be traveling down to Boston for my operation.

To be honest, I’m terrified of having another surgery.  This one is a minimally invasive laparoscopy, but it’s still on my stomach.  My recovery will be more extensive than my knee surgery years ago.  Plus, there’s no way of knowing what stage of endometriosis you have until they’re inside of you looking for it and seeing just how bad things are.  (Endometriosis is usually only diagnosed through exploratory surgery.)  My imaging already shows enough that they’ve confidently diagnosed me without the initial surgery.  So now I’m scared of what they’ll actually find.  It's very overwhelming to me... but the good news is that I’m confident my doctor will be able to remove it.

So this is what my life looks like right now.  I'd like to tell you that I'll be on here more often, but right now I simply don't know what the future holds.  I will try to keep you updated though... whether it's here or on my social media accounts.  Mostly, I’m really hoping that sooner than later, I’m going to feel a lot more like me again.  

Finally, I’d like to send out a special thank you to my Mom for spending many days listening to me whine, complain, breakdown and cry throughout this entire frustrating process.  And an even bigger thank you to Eliot for quite literally picking me up when I’ve fallen, driving me around everywhere (since I can’t seem to stay awake), taking me to appointments, holding me tight (but not too tight) when I cry, and for standing beside me holding my hand through everything. 

Here's hoping that my future looks much brighter. 💛🎗🌻