Don't get me wrong, I have good hours, days, and even really great weeks, but there are minutes, hours and days where I am just angry. I am angry because I have this awful disease. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Today I am day 5 post-op and it's not a good afternoon. I am in pain, I am sad, I am feeling sorry for myself, I am mad as hell.
Than the whys come. Why me? Why did I get this disease? Why am I in pain? Why is there no cure? Why can't doctors give me answer? Why do we suffer in silence? Why am I so grumpy after surgery? Why is it socially acceptable to accept an I don't know?
Than here come the tears. My amazing husband tries to cheer me up today. He surprises me and buys me a pink camouflage Under Armour hoodie I have been wanting and I am crying. Why? Because it's pink and it's October and the NFL is pink and the kohls signs are pink and it's not fair that they have answers. They don't have a cure but they have a plan. They know what to expect. There are support groups and people know what is it and you not only have to explain what the hell endometriosis is but you have to see that look of huh I never heard of that before.Please don't misunderstand me both of my grandmothers died from Breast Cancer and it's a horrible horrible disease and I am not discounting it at all.
I am just having a tough day.
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