Endometriosis & Art!

Anyone who's ever suffered with Endometriosis knows how difficult it can be just to get out of bed in the morning or to make yourself appear human! God knows I know! At the moment I am tired ALL OF THE TIME. Literally all of the time. I'm like a vacant zombie most days! But I still get up and force myself to get out and do things that need to be done.

I've always been an arty babe really! Ever since I was small. I'd spend hours endlessly drawing and colouring and would just go into my own little world. Without sounding like Billy bloody elliot, when I draw or paint or do my art, I block everything else out and just go into a free and calm happy place where I don't worry about all of the problems I have. I studied art in high school, chose to study it at A level, and after a few years working your basic boring jobs, I decided to take the plunge and go to university at Staffordshire University to study fine art. I've always loved capturing people, faces, emotions. Expressing how I feel without having to TELL anyone how I feel because (I hope) my art does the talking for me! Most of my work throughout my degree so far has been biographical. In my first year I documented the idea of self.


After a (terrible) mental breakdown, I started to lose some of my hair with stress which was pretty crap in all honesty- but rather than sit and mope I decided to take a negative and turn it into a positive and ultimately I got some pretty decent marks! (Yay!)

Since then I started furiously instagramming  (anyone who uses instagram will know how addictive it can be!) And I starred to (and still do) post daily with what I'm upto, updates about how I'm feeling and above all drawings, sketches, paintings and university work.


I've found that since my surgeries and since my complications and symptoms have been worsening it's become almost impossible to not only muster up the energy to do work, but to actual do GOOD work, that I enjoy and that people like. Thankfully I'm easily inspired and tend to do alot of #lanadelrey related posts (ultimate favourite babe) so she's my super muse.

Despite endo and my unruly ovaries I am DETERMINED to do well in my degree and pass with good grades and hopefully go onto peruse something in art therapy- helping others to channel their emotions and feelings into creative art!

This is a fairly short for post for me as I'm so run down and tired! But I wanted to share briefly how much my art means to me!

My instagram can be found by searching 'avelvetcrowbar' and for any enquiries or commissions you can email me at avelvetcrowbar@gmail.com.

Thankyou so much to anyone who has read my posts. I'm desperately searching for my "taking control of your endometriosis" book so I can share some of my thoughts and some helpful tips and ideas with you!

Watch this space!

Sending lots of love and support to all my endosisters and polycysters out there! And to everyone in general! You're all tough super babe's!

💕💋💕

The Endo Artist.

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Down....

So, I was going to do a post on the book "how to take control of your endometriosis" but my book has sadly been misplaced by my partner so that will have to wait until another day when he can find it for me!

So, this isn't going to be a very helpful or interesting post, it's really just a post of how i'm feeling at the moment.

 I've been feeling pretty down in all honesty about alot of things, my health being one of them. I literally cannot go to the toilet on either level without having lots of complications and pain and my Endometriosis is at an all time high. As some of you may or may not know, i've recently been caring for my grandad, who has had his left lung removed completely in order to remove cancer. So i've been staying over at his and spending most of my time with him, making sure he's okay, helping him with meds, cooking him food, cleaning up and helping him to bed and such. He's my priority right now so I don't really have a moment to overly worry about myself.

I've been experiencing absolutely mind numbing sharp pelvic pain which not only brings me to to tears, but makes me double over in pain and I can hardly breathe until it passes. I've been taking tramadol and also amitriptyline but it doesnt overly seem to help. I can hardly keep my eyes open and I am so tired I feel like I could nap for weeks. I'm currently in my summer "break" from university and whilst i've done the odd bit of part time work (as a photo editor and photographers assistant) for my boss, i've not really had the time or the energy to do much else.

I've also recently had a new little addition to my family, Sidney. A 10 week old Labrador-Border Collie cross who is a little monster. He's absolutely beautiful- but hard bloody work!

Feeling sick to death of people around me saying "well, i've had to WORK" as though being a student with a chronic illness whilst juggling several other commitments is a right laugh.
I may not work full time but that doesn't mean that I put in as much effort to get through my daily challenges. I can't stress this enough to people....

BEING UNWELL AND HAVING A CHRONIC ILLNESS DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE LAZY. 

Not that it doesn't stop most people from either saying or implying that.
Healthy people have zero idea what it's like to feel like youve been hit by a bus on a daily basis and like you could sleep for a month and feeling absolutely miserable constantly because you have no control over it.

Sometimes I wonder how I would be treated if my illness wasn't invisible. What if all of my disease was visible and you could see all of my scars, adhesions and wounds on the outside? I'm pretty certain people would react in a completelt different way.

I'm tired because my body is working twice as hard to heal itself. To heal wounds that it's making itself. Its a constant vicious circle of the disease and my body trying to heal which goes on and on. I don't just feel tired. I feel exhausted.

Why can't anyone understand this?!

My depression and low moods are also at an all time high and I feel I could cry for days on end and sometimes I feel I have absolutely no-one to turn to and 80% of the time I don't.
But what's the point?

In summary, I feel a fucking mess.

I'll be posting tomorrow hopefully with some of the best facts and topics covered in the "how to take control of your endometriosis" which is such a brilliant and helpful book! I highly recommend you go and read it or buy it or whatever!

I'll also be doing a post full of my art and why i do what i do!

Anyway, hoping everyone else is feeling better than I am.
Sending lots of love.

Love,

The Endo Artist.

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Afternoon guys!

I'd firstly like to say thankyou to anyone who has taken the time to read my ramblings! It means alot to me! so thankyou! :) 

First of all....

 

So, today I wanted to talk about the prospect of INFERTILITYand the impact that this has on pcos and Endometriosis sufferers!

I think as women, from an early age we get it drilled into us that it's a womans job at a stage later in life, to settle down and have children. But what happens if that's not an option? What happens if our own body's deprive us of the reason we're here for, to pro-create?

I think if you had asked me what I thought about infertility a few years ago, i'd probably of just burst into tears. Whilst i've never really had an averwhleming maternal feeling, i'd always wanted to have the whole she-bang when I grew up.  As i've gotten older, and seen friends and family start families of their own, I'd started to get broody in a sense- I think to an extent were programmed to want to do that. Sometimes I feel jealous almost and overcome with greif at the prospect of not being able to have a family of my own. I can't imagine anything worse in all honesty, in old age to have no-one around you, no-one to take care of and share your life with and to love, outside of a romantic relationship.

When I was diagnosed with PCOS I knew the odds were against me and knew that many women with this condition struggle to concieve naturally, if it all. And so it was a fat pill I swallowed bitterly. So when I was hit with my endo diagnosis i'd pretty much given up on the idea of having my own children. Deep down inside me, I feel that for some reason it will just never happen for me. I guess my thoughts vary depending on the sort of mood I'm in. I'm 24 years old now, and many if not most of my friends have really started to settle down and have children and it's something I think about often. There has been times- mishaps where I've thought that I may be pregnant and I've done a pregnancy test with my heart in my mouth the entire time, totally with fear but I always find myself feeling dissapointed for some reason when it comes back negative- why is that? Is it just because I potentially can't have something and so I want it more? I dont know. I know many women go on to have children with both endometriosis and pcos, and for anyone out there who has, I am literally over the moon with happiness for you and I think it's an absolutely amazing miracle for every little baby that defies the odds! But for some terrible reason I have the fear that my body won't let me, that it will as ever, betray me in being normal and the way it should be.

Although i'm not yet at the position where I can actively try for a child, it is something that I will aim for in the next few years (I don't want to be a super old mum!) And who knows, maybe i'll be lucky? Although I know most of the heartache is in the trying, and failing and that's something I DREAD.

Really, they're just my innner thoughts about it in general. I know that medicine out there and services such as IVF are brilliant at helping so many couples worldwide to have a baby. I've thought long and hard about adoption, but think that would be a last resort for me personally, but appreciate that it's an amazing oppourtunity for couples to have a family.

I'm sure many of you ladies have similar thoughts and feelings about this. It's sadly a terrible part of the livingwithendo package.


Maybe in a few years I'll be eating my words!

Sending lots of love and support to all of my endosisters and polycysters!
You're all amazingly tough and strong!

Feel free to contact me on my email @ avelvetcrowbar@gmail.com
if ever you would like to speak to someone like me!

Alternatively i'd recommend the website www.healthunlocked.com  as it's an amazing group/forum based website for all illnesses and problems but there's a fantastic support network on the endometriosis and polycystic ovarian syndrome groups. There's such comfort in sharing your worry's, thoughts and questions with others who really understand.

Thanks again for listening and watch this space for another post! I'm going to be posting about my artwork and the work that I do, so you guys can see how I channel my negativity into something positive, i'll also be reviewing and posting tips from a book called ;'Take Control of Your Endometriosis' by Henrietta Norton.

Until then!

Love,

The Endo Artist
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My story so far.....

Hey guys!

So I thought it was a good time for me to share my story so far, so you lot know a little bit more about me and my journey with PCOS and Endometriosis. I'm sure many of you can completely relate- and if not, then it my give you a few tips on what to look out for and what to expect with these two conditions.



I have a habit of being overly frank in the way I speak, but I think it's important to get used to talking about these issue's as they're so important!

BRACE YOURSELF. THIS IS A LONG AS HELL POST.

PCOS

(Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome)

At the age of 14, the dreaded periods started to happen!(GASP!) I remember the first time sitting and thinking "oh my god, is this what it's really like?", I recalled being in a science lesson in which the teacher had said a woman will lose around half of an egg cup in blood during her period and I was instantly paranoid that something was wrong. Half an egg cup?! Half an egg cup?! How am I still alive?! I've lost about 10 egg cups in the space of a few hours!

The pains that started were excruciating and I was constantly asking my friends and other girls if their experiences were similar- many said they had the odd cramps but they never had extreme blood loss or the pain I'd described. I'd spoken to my mum who had reassured me that everything would be fine as she had always had similar problems when she was younger. I carried on for quite a few months trying to ignore the nightmare that I knew would be coming each time. I had to change continuously all throughout the day and the pains wore on. Eventually I spoke to my aunt (I'll probably speak of my beautiful Aunt frequently who passed away 5 years ago) who suggested we go to the doctors to see about me getting put onto the contraceptive pill as it was helpful in regulating and controlling hectic periods. After being put on Dianette/Co-cyprindol at 15, I became very regular however I was still having intense cramps all day, extreme back ache, heavy bleeds and chronic fatigue. I continued on this way for around another year before I realised that things were getting increasingly worse- my skin was absolutely terrible. Forget normal teenage skin, but full blown enraged acne wreaked havoc on my face, back and chest- I cant tell you how much bullying and crying myself to sleep I did before I finally got referred to a dermatologist who put me on Roaccutane at the age of 18. I also suffered terribly from Hirsutism (excessive hair growth) particularly on my forearms. It made me miserable. After countless trips to my GP (now 16) and after researching online I suggested that maybe it was possible that I had Polycystic Ovaries, this was swiftly dismissed being told that if this was the case, my hair growth would be more extreme and that my symptoms were normal. Months went by, being miserable and suffering worse than ever. The worst part was, I felt deep down in my gut that there was definitely something wrong, yet everyone was telling me that I was fine.

I picked up the courage to go back to my GP and begged to be referred to a specialist who might be able to help. I saw a gynaecologist who also said it was highly unlikely that I had Polycystic ovaries and so I was dismissed again. I wasn't happy at all, I pushed and pushed until finally he said that they would reluctantly offer me a diagnostic laparoscopy to see what was happening.

My first Laparoscopy at the age of 17 was overall an okay experience. The surgery was fast- and minimally invasive- I had only a small scar on my belly button and towards my bikini line. I was very sore but so relieved when I came round and the doctors told me I had been right all along and that I did indeed have Polycystic ovaries. FINALLY! A DIAGNOSIS! PRAISE THE LORD! I was pretty smug at the fact that I had pretty much correctly diagnosed myself when so many other "professionals" has disregarded me.

For many years I remained on the pill, suffering constantly with my periods every month which were getting increasingly worse. I would become so tired I could barely stay awake, I began nodding off in college and also after college when I was working. I would work and sleep and work and sleep. Things began to get seriously worrying. I began losing so much blood that I would almost pass out. I could barely stand up most days and no amount of pain killers would bring me any relief. I'd curl up fetal with a hot water bottle for comfort just praying for it to end. I began to pass large amounts of blood clots and would get searing stabbing pains in my pelvis during my period which carried on daily. I became more and more depressed- after being on anti-depressants since the age of 14. Initially I was on amitriptyline (which made me so horrifically tired I had to stop taking it) which then moved on to citalopram which I felt didn't help at all. My moods were constantly low. I would cry for no reason and find it impossible to stop. I could easily wake up in the morning, stay in bed, cry all day and then go back to sleep and continue this over and over again- infact I did. for years until I was around 22. After giving up on citalopram and being off anti-depressants for years I began to struggle continuously with my emotions and feelings. I was convinced there was something wrong with me. My family branded me as "overly sensitive" and my mum, being raised in a tough Scottish background was less than understanding. If I was feeling low or if I was to cry she would tell me to "man up" or "stop blarting" so I began to hide how I felt from most of the people around me. I'd cry in private, in the bath, in toilets, and in bed at night. I struggled constantly with everything within my life. Everything became an effort and for months I drifted, unemployed, miserable, suffering terribly with my body and being branded as lazy. It wasn't that I didn't want to work or do normal things like most people, it's just that I didn't have THE ENERGY. I just couldn't bring myself to do anything. People intimidated me and I would get incredibly anxious. After the breakdown of a relationship I slipped into a deeper depression which lead me to have a mental breakdown. I had signed up for a Fine Art degree at Staffordshire University and was due to start my first semester. My family held an intervention of sorts and took me to the doctors after I'd made threats on my own life- I was diagnosed with clinical depression and placed onto Prozac/Fluoxetine. My hair started to fall out with anxiety and stress and I ended up losing half of my hair. Determined to turn this into a positive I began documenting this to use as part of my fine art first year work.

ENDOMETRIOSIS

More time passed by with my pelvic pain and chronic fatigue getting worse, including constant re-occurring UTI'S and kidney infections which no anti-biotics could remedy. I was stumped, my doctor was stumped. The pain would be so bad I would hold my breath and hope to die, or at least to pass out. Anything to stop the pain. This carried on until convinced something else was wrong- I went to my GP. I'd be researching online conditions that could cause such pain and such discomfort. All of my symptoms lead me to Endometriosis. My doctor once more said that it was highly unlikely that I would have endometriosis and I was sent to several ultrasounds which only showed my PCOS. (Afterwards I always thought this a stupid course of action as Endometriosis doesn't show on ultrasound) DETERMINED to get to the bottom and have some relief I begged my GP again to refer me to a specialist. I was then sent to a gynaecologist at The Hospital of North Staffordshire where I was seen under the clinic of MR Misra.

He suggested that I have another laparoscopy in order to diagnose what was causing such pain. After months on a waiting list I finally had a date for my surgery. I had my surgery in February of 2013 which was a very difficult experience for me. The surgery was painful, very painful and I had to stay in hospital due to complications with my bladder which was rather depressing. I had 3 more scars across my abdomen, one either side of my stomach and another in my belly button to the side of my previous scar. Once I had seen the surgeons they had told me that I did have Endometriosis and that they had cut and burnt away what they had found which was at the back of my womb and around my left ovary. I had a painful recovery- which was dismissed by most of my family. I was made to feel as though my Endo was exaggerated and expected to just resume life as though nothing was wrong. This made me even more lonely. I had tried to explain it to my sisters and my mum on many occasions and whilst they listened, not a great deal was said and I didn't feel particularly supported. So as usual I kept my pain and sadness to myself. Months went by and I noticed a significant improvement in my pelvic pain. I could go weeks without any pain at all which was absolutely amazing. I felt invincible! Sadly this didn't last long before the pain started to return, still I battled on determined not to let Endometriosis control my life. I spent most of my time alone, at home focusing on my artwork, drawing and painting and reading and trying to do well at university.

 It all came to ahead in Christmas of 2014 when I had begun to have serious blood loss. I had passed so much blood and so many clots I was unable to stand. I was ravaged. I couldn't walk or move and the pain was so severe I was crying out and begging for it to stop. Begging my mum to take me to the hospital as I couldn't bear another instant of the awful pain. I was taken to Accident and Emergency and assessed by several nurses and doctors to rule out the idea of a miscarriage- they didn't think that it was miscarriage related but as I was so worn out, anaemic, fatigued and dehydrated they admitted me with a severe Endometriosis flare up and I stayed in hospital for 2 days on painkillers until I was well enough to go home.

Another trip to my GP had me being sent back to gynaecology to be investigated once more- after 4 different both internal and external ultrasounds, my results had come back clear, revealing nothing but my polycystic ovaries and I had had no other treatment advice other than to continue taking painkillers and my pill back to back for 3 months at a time. I tried this, reluctantly and it only made my symptoms worse, my periods became irregular, late, lasted almost 2 weeks and all the while the pelvic pain never relented. Severe bladder and bowel complications started to happen. I could no longer hold a small amount of urine without my bladder aching painfully, I find it difficult to go to the toilet and would be unable to for days, then other days I would have to go several times a day, all the while needing to wee every 5 minutes and constantly having sharp pains within my bladder and bottom. After another consultation with my gynaecologist, I had been referred to a urologist who performed a cystoscopy on me (an inspection of the bladder with a fibre optic camera inserted through the urethra) WHICH WAS A TOTAL NIGHTMARE. The numbing gel didn't work and I felt the whole thing as though someone had inserted a flaming hot metal rod covered with razor blades into the area you pee from. It was that awful following this procedure I had to go onto Tramadol to help with the pain. I could only wee if I was in the bath and it would take me half an hour pressing on my bladder, sobbing, shouting in pain just trying to expel a little bit each second.  It genuinely hurt me more than anything I've ever experienced. WOULD NOT RECOMMEND my friends!

So I had asked if it was possible to have another surgery, which was dismissed on the basis that the chances were Endo had not returned so quickly..... and so this is where I am, currently waiting for a response from gynaecology to let me know if it would be possible to have another surgery to remove endo.

So once again I'm in limbo. My symptoms are worse than they have ever been, my bladder pain is constant, my toilet issues are constant, my pelvic pain is constant and my periods are never ending stretches of agony and hell.

So it all sounds a little bleak right? Luckily, I have a lovely and very understanding boyfriend who supports me through all me endo and pcos and depression and anxiety hell and I am extremely grateful. He puts up with my irrationalness, my low moods and my depressions and it means the world. Thankfully he doesn't mind that it plays such havoc on our sex life due to the fact that sex is so incredibly painful it's like being attacked with a flaming baseball bat dowsed in acid. Not very appealing.

Yet I STILL HAVE HOPE.
Because I'm a tough little bitch.
I'm determined to get my degree, i'm determined to become a parent and i'm determined to tell endo every day to fuck itself!

Sorry this post has been so incredibly long. I really wanted to give you a detailed account of my experiences up to date with these conditions. My advice to anyone who is suffering from similar symptoms is to trust yourself, trust your body and your gut. If you feel something is not right, tell someone and push and push until someone listens and offers you the help and relief you so rightly deserve. We may not be able to cure these terrible diseases, but we can help to spread awareness and support each other through our worst and best times.

My next blog post will be on the concept of infertility and how us endometriosis sufferers are faced with some really tough barriers!

Until next time and thankyou for reading!
Love,

The Endo Artist.

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Hello!

Hello.

(This is me, I'm a poser, I know)

Welcome to my blog, The Endo Artist!
I'm Jordan-Melissa or Jord for short.
:)

This is my personal blog about my everyday struggles and overall battle with the disease Endometriosis. (Stage 3) I wanted to create a diary almost, of the trials and suffering with Endometriosis to both vent and share my personal experiences and to also spread awareness and remind other Endometriosis sufferers that YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

After being diagnosed just over 18 months ago, I've had a rather up and down journey with Endo which has had a huge impact on my day to day life. I also suffer from Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome ( my ovaries pretty much hate me and grow multiple cysts which are absolute shits) which also affects most aspects of my life. My experience with Endo so far is a very lonely one. I tend to find no matter how much I try to explain to family and to friends that they just cannot understand how much of a dominant impact it has. Most people assume that the affect and impact is exaggerated, but I can safely say it's not. The pain I feel on a day to day basis is un-imaginable to most people and because I've experienced such pain for almost 10 years now, the majority of that without a proper diagnosis, I've learnt to deal with it in a pretty relaxed way. Most of the time throughout the day I'm in pain, but won't say anything or act as though I am as a lot of people find it tiresome. If I was to moan or complain every time I was in pain or discomfort I would be permanently in tears and crying out. Over time I've got fairly tough! I don't know how but I have and the stigma associated with this disease enrages me on a day to day basis. So this blog will be my little sanctuary to talk freely about my thoughts.

As you may of guessed, I'm an Artist! (or at least I like to think of myself as one!) and I'm currently studying Fine Art at degree level, in Staffordshire, England where I live. I'm HOPING to make a living doing this! I'm a pretty creative soul and can't fathom a life where I can't draw or paint or sing!

First of all I'd like to just post a brief summary of what Endometriosis is for all of you out there who have no clue what it is or how to say it! (it takes a while to get your head around it!)

So, END-OH-MET-RI-OH-SIS- that's how you say it, it's a nightmare for most people to say and spell so I tend to shorten it to Endo for people who have trouble! :P

Endometriosis is a disease in which tissue that normally grows inside the uterus grows outside the uterus. Its main symptoms are pelvic pain and infertility. Nearly half have chronic pelvic pain, while in 70% pain occurs during menstruation. Pain with sex is also common. Infertility occurs in up to half of people. Less common symptoms include urinary or bowel symptoms. About 25% of women have no symptoms. Endometriosis can have both social and psychological effects.

Sounds fun doesn't it?

Pelvic pain

A major symptom of endometriosis is recurring pelvic pain. The pain can range from mild to severe cramping or stabbing pain that occurs on both sides of the pelvis, in the lower back and rectal area, and even down the legs. The amount of pain a woman feels correlates poorly with the extent or stage (1 through 4) of endometriosis, with some women having little or no pain despite having extensive endometriosis or endometriosis with scarring, while other women may have severe pain even though they have only a few small areas of endometriosis. Symptoms of endometriosis-related pain may include:

• dysmenorrhea – painful, sometimes disabling cramps during the menstrual period; pain may get worse over time (progressive pain), also lower back pains linked to the pelvis
• chronic pelvic pain – typically accompanied by lower back pain or abdominal pain
• dyspareunia – painful sex
• dysuria – urinary urgency, frequency, and sometimes painful voiding

Throbbing, gnawing, and dragging pain to the legs are reported more commonly by women with endometriosis. Compared with women with superficial endometriosis, those with deep disease appear to be more likely to report shooting rectal pain and a sense of their insides being pulled down. Individual pain areas and pain intensity appears to be unrelated to the surgical diagnosis, and the area of pain unrelated to area of endometriosis.
Endometriosis lesions react to hormonal stimulation and may "bleed" at the time of menstruation. The blood accumulates locally, causes swelling, and triggers inflammatory responses with the activation of cytokines. This process may cause pain. Pain can also occur from adhesions (internal scar tissue) binding internal organs to each other, causing organ dislocation. Fallopian tubes, ovaries, the uterus, the bowels, and the bladder can be bound together in ways that are painful on a daily basis, not just during menstrual periods.
Also, endometriotic lesions can develop their own nerve supply, thereby creating a direct and two-way interaction between lesions and the central nervous system, potentially producing a variety of individual differences in pain that can, in some women, become independent of the disease itself.

How horrible does that sound eh?! It's pretty damn shit to put it bluntly, sadly the thing is with most people who do not have Endometriosis they tend to follow the IF I CANT SEE IT, IT'S NOT REAL way of thinking. My mum, dad, granddad and sisters don't fully grasp how awful it can be and sometimes I can appreciate it. How on earth can you sympathise with someone when you have absolutely no idea how painful it can be?

For me, my pain is virtually constant, daily. Coming in waves of extreme intense sharp stabbing pains. It feels as though my pelvis is a web of pain points, at each connection of the web there's a hot searing needle that stabs stabs stabs. The pain travels down into my legs, into my abdomen and also throbs in my lower back. Periods are endless stretches of utter hell, relentless pain, fatigue so strong I can barely hold myself up and hormones and emotions that make me an absolute WRECK. Some days, I have no idea how I don't actually cry out with pain in public (mainly because I don't want to seem like an absolute raving lunatic) I certainly don't want people to feel sorry for me, not in the slightest, but I think there really needs to be a change in how people understand it and the stigmatism needs to be kicked in the arse!

Women with Endo are TOUGH. We're strong amazing, fabulous ladies who support each other. I'm always amazed by the Endometriosis support network, the endless forums and support groups where sufferers unite and share their experiences and I'm pretty darn proud to be part of it- despite all the struggles.

I'll discuss my Endo story with you lot and how I got from Pre-diagnosis, through my surgeries, and the place where I am now!

I'd like to say thankyou to anyone who takes the time to read this blog! It's very personal, but I hope it can bring support and comfort to other lovely ladies who have to share this burden.

Love,

The Endo Artist.

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