So, how to explain Endo to someone?
“It’s like really bad period pain, all the time.”
“It’s like having your period, but you bleed inside your body.”
“I’ll save you the gory details, it’s basically tissue build-up inside my body where it shouldn’t be.”
“How about I kick your privates and you can see how it feels?”
Dude, that’s heavy!
I’ve gained approximately 20-25kgs in just over two years. I say approx because I haven’t been on the scales in months, I am too scared to see the number. I mean, I feel uncomfortable in my body, I KNOW I’ve been gaining weight. I get it.
I have been to multiple specialists, both for the endo/pain and for my mental health. They love to talk to me as if my “real” problem is that I’m just overweight. Ironically, I’m “clinically obese” courtesy of endometriosis. “You need to do more vigorous exercise,” as if I haven’t tried before and been crippled by pain, if not during, then after. I’ve been trying to go for regular, gentle walks – but it doesn’t seem good enough. Sure, I could eat better, but it’s not as easy as it sounds, particularly when it’s hard to enjoy anything and the sweet and beautiful taste of chocolate gives me a small sense of enjoyment.
In saying this, I’m not disregarding, or even trying to justify the that I haven’t made the best choices over the last two year to maintain a healthier weight. I know I have to take responsibility for my actions. But, I tell ya what, it’s flipping hard!
So, Alex, if this is my life for however long, how will I get myself down to a healthy weight and maintain it? Well, that’s a good question, Alex. I am going to be more faithful in my adherence to “Lite’n’Easy” and I’ll actually go to the gym, with my medical certificate. I’ll organise an appointment with a female trainer, empathetic to my condition. So here is it, in writing – I am now accountable to cyberspace to do so.
Good-luck Alex. In the meantime I’ll try to remind myself that I am beautiful and dearly loved by my creator no matter how much I weigh.
A final comment: I always felt heavy/bigger growing up, especially compared to my friends. But I look at myself now, over 100kgs and a size 22, and would do almost anything to get back to the way I was. One day, Alex, one day.
And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.
Endometriosis can be a lonely journey
Today I went to my third conference in a week. These conferences are great opportunities to meet new people and make networks and connections – except everyone stands around to chat. Ordinarily, this isn’t an issue, but when it takes every ounce of energy, mental and physical to do so, it’s hard. So, I sit along outskirts of the room, watching everyone mingle, just wishing I had the energy to do the same.
Conditions like endometriosis are invisible; it’s not like a broken leg, where you have a cast. There is no physical feature that you can identify, maybe except a hunched back or hobble. (But I am so thankful for the two lovely girls who went out of their way to chat to me, it was a real blessing. But they left.)
This is one example of the social isolation I regularly encounter. Often, I can’t go for a walk in the park or on the beach and when I do go out socially, I fall behind the group – I can’t keep up. Sometimes pain-killers limit one’s ability to drive and get around too. However, the bottom line is, like with all chronic pain, I am tired all the time. By the time I work and try to fulfil my domestic obligations, I need to sit or sleep.
It gets very lonely and it can be easy to feel isolated. No one seems to understand what you’re going through – they want to, but they don’t. It’s not just the pain, but the seemingly hopelessness of it all. There is some research on the condition, but there is still no identifiable “cause” or “cure”. The reality is, a woman may be stuck with Endo until menopause or have a hysterectomy – how can anyone else understand that?
For those who don’t have Endo, we who do need support and friendship. We need fun, excitement and distraction. If you know someone with endometriosis, or any chronic pain, I plea with you – make the extra effort to spend time with, listen to and cry with them. Because, most of the time, they need and desire it, but don’t know how to ask for and pursue it. Being healthy and having energy is a blessing, so use it to support those who don’t.
For those who do have Endo, be open with your experience (appropriately of course), because there are millions of other women suffering through it too. As isolating as chronic pain feels, the reality is, we aren’t alone.
Great topic. I have it too. Friend and family don’t understand what I continue to go through and how it impairs me to work.
Thanks. It’s horrible, isn’t it 😦 and there’s nothing we can do to change it… except create awareness and support each other through it.
Living with Endometriosis
This is the first time I have really blogged about having endometriosis (or, endo). Part of me isn’t sure what to say. I want to create understanding and awareness. It’s one of those odd medical conditions that you don’t really hear about until you, or someone you know has it… in saying that it’s actually very common.
Approximately 5-20% women of “child bearing” age have endo of some sort. That’s a really wide range you may say, that’s because It’s almost invisible. You can’t be diagnosed with endo through an ultrasound, x-ray, CT-scan, etc. It can only been seen through a laperoscopy – minor, keyhole surgery.
But, other than extremely painful – what is it?
Endo is basically when cells from or lining of the uterus is found outside of the womb (but still inside the body). It’s kind of like an internal bleeding and then the “enometrial tissue” continues to grow. It attaches itself to other organs, like your bowel, kidney, tubes, etc.
Some days, it’s debilitating, most other days it’s just extremely, painfully annoying and an inconvenience. I can’t stand for long period of time, let alone walk long distances. The “vigorous” exercise I am continually prescribed, if I manage to do it, leaves me in a messy ball for the remainder of the night and sometimes the next day.
I’m going to leave it here, with more to come. I think blogging is more for me, but I pray as you read my experience, you may grow in your understanding and empathy. Not for me, but for the other women (and their families) you will meet who have to suffer through endo.

absolute lol-cats at the airports. A group of people waiting for the lift for 5 minutes. I push into the front.and realise the oldies at the front havent pushed the button. *Face-plam* (Taken with Instagram)
MYC 2012
I must confess; I was not looking forward to spending 4 nights away from my husband, with 300 people I didn’t know after falling and hurting my back on Friday. However, something in me persuaded me to persevere, with a small hope that it would be a positive experience.
After a week of Holidays Kids Club, I was exhausted and the last thing I wanted to do was go on camp/conference when my alarm went off on Monday morning.
After 24 hours, I was so glad to be there! It was a blessing to be taught by Phillip Jensen and mingle with some amazing people my age.
God’s word was faithfully taught and am surprised at how refreshing it is to be reminded of the simple truth of Christ, the salvation he offers and the sufficiency of the Bible.
Christ and his Word is all I need.
“We would like to ask all people who have purchased priority boarding and MaxFares to board first”
No one got up because all the rest of us heard were “Losers. If we could afford priority boarding, we wouldn’t be flying Jetstar!!”
Trip Relection Time #3
What site made the most significant impact and why?
Theologically and in regards to ministry – Corinth, Ephesus, Philippi and the three churches in the Lycus River Valley equally impacted my life. They enhanced my understanding of the scriptures and will help me to better teach the New Testament to young people.
However, I have to say the site that made the most significant impact was not a “Biblical site,” but the Treasury at the Topkapı Palace Museum. It was our second last full day and we were all tired. I didn’t want to see another museum or walk around for a couple of hours. Despite this, I walked around with Matthew and Christine when I received a beautiful revelation.
We were walking around the grand jewels, the treasury of the Sultans Palace. Before us was a giant diamond, embedded in gold. It turns out it was found in the dump and sold for three spoons. It was then taken to the Sultan where the true value of the jewel was found after it had been cleaned and polished. As such it is now called the Spoonmaker’s Diamond.
As I walked past this pendant and the other jewels on display I grew an overwhelming sense of God’s love for me. What I was seeing were some of the most precious and valuable things in all of turkey – yet I was more precious than these to my Heavenly Father. This is something I have “known,” but never understood or believed. It was a beautiful moment and I know I will need to remind myself of this continually.
She is worth far more than rubies – Psalm 31:10b
