Like so many others who struggle in silence with chronic pelvic pain, I share a deep understanding and empathy for what they are going through. I endured my own 13-year battle with Stage IV Endometriosis, pelvic adhesions and finally was fortunate to resolve my pain by having a supracervical hysterectomy. Other women, however, are not as fortunate and go on for years continuing to suffer from other ill effects. Here's a tidbit of my story:
My pelvic pain journey would begin at our local playground just being a carefree five-year old wanting to finally go down the intimidating tall, metal slide. As a petite kid, I recall moving way too fast down the slide and began to brace myself for a rough landing. Seconds later, I landed on the heel of my left shoe where it lodged deeply into my pelvic floor. The impact caused instant bleeding and horrible pain. My initial thought was that the impact made me pee all over my clean coveralls. I just worried my Mom was going to punish me for going down the slide. Once I saw warm blood quickly saturating my pants, I knew I was in trouble. My brother would run to get my Mom while I tried to walk home. Little did I know this accident would become the beginning of a long, painful road with pelvic pain. It would be years later before I would discover I was unable to have a child.
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