New Perspective

This post has been on my mind for a little while now but with my attention being focused on events last week I just haven't got round to it until now. This year so far for me has been very fortunate. I've,touch wood, not needed to attend the hospital or the ER and my Endo has generally been at a tolerable level. Obviously some days are worse than others,we all know how it goes.

Through my writing and general talking, spreading awareness about Endometriosis I've made a lot of friends, Endo Sister's and contacts with various charities. However, recently I've been dating a very charming, handsome, interesting man. (I won't list too many things here or I will get off point) We have been communicating for quite some time now and from the beginning of our friendship, earlier on this year,he knew all about this blog and my efforts to organise a Mini March for Endo. It's refreshing to be able to go on a date and not feel like you have this big secret that people will judge you by. For me anyway it's rare that I find men to be forwardly curious about Endo. I have a few close friends who would know what it is from obviously over the years being around me but never straight from the get go. It's interesting. refreshing and slightly relieving all at the same time. (Although I could be just mesmerised by his accent, he's half French. We'll see.)

I don't know about anyone else but I've gotten very strange reactions to my Endo. One friend stopped talking to me after she gave birth saying she thought it would be too weird for me to be around considering I was told at the time I couldn't conceive. The prognosis has since changed for me but the friendship suffered greatly.

I don't like to be treated like a fragile piece of glass that will shatter at the slightest touch. People don't need to walk on eggshells but it's funny how they react.

I digress. So, we were talking about my fundraising and Endo Awareness and he (the spellbinding accent guy)was very interested to just know more about why it's not being made as publicly known as it should be. It was an intellectual conversation not an "oh poor you with the dodgy womb" conversation.

One night after we were chatting he sent me a YouTube link. It was a lecture been given about Endometriosis and the link between a lack of iodine being the cause.

If you simply Google, Iodine, Endometriosis, you will find a ton of legit page's of research stating that it stands a good chance of curing Endo.

I found this link below myself. They state that if Iodine can cure Fibrocystic Breast to Disease then it can cure Endometriosis.
http://curezone.org/faq/q.asp?a=13,281,2962&q=595

There's no harm in looking for alternatives. I feel that people will enter and exit your life when they are meant to and if nothing else this has given me an entire new perspective on my approach towards alternative remedies.

As always, stay strong.

Xxxx

Hello Endo my old friend

I made it through Paddy's Day without an incident. My lower back was achy and as usual the ovaries were fighting over who loved me the best, although showing it through pain is not ideal for me.

Cut to 22:00 thereabouts, my Endo starts attacking, a flare up I'll call it for now. In keeping with my no holes barred approach this year here's how I'm looking right now. (Pic's below)

Not a comforting site I know. But I will get through it. I have an amazing family around me and some very understanding friends.
Let's hope this flare up doesn't out stay it's welcome. Other than that life is good.

Love to my sisters and their families.

Stay strong
XxxxX

Happy St. Patrick's Day

It's 

So have a very

And remember 

Slàinte my friends, at home and abroad 

Sure, if you can have a pint of the Black Stuff. It's full of iron don't you know? 

Hope you're all doing well. Happy Paddy's Day! XxxxX 

Family Support

I have mentioned before in my posts how important I feel it is to have support from your family while going through the mind blowing, body ripping, emotionally draining fight that can be Endometriosis.
Now I say "family" but this dynamic can come in all shapes and forms. You don't need to be blood related to be family.

Family to me are the people who love you unconditionally but will put you up on your bull without qualms. They are the ones who will comfort you and laugh wildly with you at inappropriate things. They never judge you, but accept you for who you are and you likewise them.

For me, my family are the ones who I can be 100% open with. I'm not afraid of who I am with them. My illness is not a seen as a weakness but when I have bad days there us no guilt there. I guess it's acceptance of who I am, entirely. My quirky sense of humour, shyness, choice language and intense passion for Rugby are all parts that join up to make me the person I am and to not have to answer for that is to feel safe and wanted.

It makes going through this battle with my body more bearable. When I feel as if the pain will never end and like pieces of me are literally being torn apart. When I'm burning up or passing out or my legs refuse to hold me anymore because all of me energy is focused on getting past this, getting through and for me avoiding the hospital because I am sick and tired of the "routine", knowing I have the love and understanding of my family, my supporters, the people I would trust with my life really does make all the difference for me.

Even if you only have one person that you feel this way about. It's one person who completely understands you and accepts you for you and that is priceless.