In my last post about my health, I spoke about how I’m currently undergoing tests for a condition called Endometriosis. If you’re immature enough to get grossed out about women problems, I’d advise you to stop reading. I’d also like to apologise for the amount I’ve already spoken about my health. I’ll stop ramming it down your throats soon, I promise.

As you all know, during your usual monthly cycle, you shed the outer lining of your uterus throughout the form of a period. But for Endometriosis sufferers, the blood doesn’t fully exit your body, and makes camp inside of your body. This then attaches itself to your organs, including your bowel and lungs in some cases.

Like any condition, sufferers endure in different symptoms. The biggie being abdominal and back pain, severe painful periods, and infertility. The thing I found most shocking about it, is the fact that 1 in 10 women have this condition. I’m pretty sure you know 10 females.

Not only is Endometriosis extremely painful (not in all cases), it also comes along with the physiological pain of the fact that I may not ever be able to carry my own child.

If you spoke to me a few years back, I would have told you I couldn’t think of anything worse than having a child. The sleepless nights, the baby puke, and the ear piercing dinosaur screech they’ve all managed to perfect so well. It sounded like my idea of hell. But it wasn’t until I started at my recent job that I started to actually find a place in my cold heart for them. Not mentioning any names (you definitely know who you are), made me broody as hell with their offspring. Two chefs at my work both have children under the age of 2, and they 100% make them 13 hour shifts bearable when they come in for a visit. In that time, one of my best friends had a child, and I didn’t think it was possible to love something that wasn’t yours, that much.

Infertility happens in around 30-50% of those with endometriosis. Being someone who knows a lot of people with this condition, its a terrifying thought to think that potentially half of will never be able to have a baby.

I am currently undiagnosed, but at 19, I shouldn’t have to worry about whenever or not I am fertile. It currently has no cure, and many people result in having to have a hysterectomy if the growths are too present, or to help ease the pain.

The only way to find out if I were unable to have children would be wait until later on in life if I then discovered I were to have problems. Luckily, there are many alternative routes to take if this is the case, and with so many amazing doctors around, I can only hope.

Heres to finding a cure.

Brooke x

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