I’m not a girl that gives up easily. I’m a fighter, and I’m proud of that.
But over the weekend I had the laraopscopy to see if something was wrong with my girl bits and it turns out I had endometriosis.
Not crippling, right?
I didn’t read the paperwork he sent home with me, instead choosing over the weekend to sleep and heal and spend time with the husband.
And then I started reading about endometriosis on the net. It didn’t sound like it would break me, right…Stages 1,2,3 were totally doable with IVF, I read. Only the Stage 4 was just about impossible. So don’t worry, I thought, I can do this. And felt positive.
And then this morning early I read the report, just to make sure I knew what was happening ‘in my belly’.
I have Stage 4.
And I feel my life crashing down over my ears.
I don’t know what to do…hopefully the girl doctor will be able to shed some light when I see her tomorrow.
