I Understand Endometriosis

25 with Endometriosis

Written by: Jessica DiBernardo

             Endometriosis: the mysterious women’s health disease that affects 1 in 10 women. Endometriosis is a condition in which tissue, similar to the lining of the uterus, grows in other areas of the body. There is no cure; there is no specific known reason of why it develops. It just is. Well, I refuse to accept that. My name is Jessica DiBernardo, I am a 25-year-old woman with Endometriosis, and this is my story.

             The first time I got my period, I was 12/13 years old, and it was right before basketball practice. My friend, my mom and I were getting ready to head out, and I quickly ran to the bathroom. There was blood, and I was mad. I was mad and sad and did not want to go to practice. Why was I so mad? I was mad because getting your period for the first time was also referred to as getting ‘the curse’. Let us talk about that for a moment. We teach adolescent girls at a young age that their periods are disgusting, unlady like, smelly, messy, gross, and that getting ‘the curse’ was a terrible time. Thanks society. Girls, ladies, do not be ashamed of your bodies and your natural flow. It is beautiful, and I know this now. So, I went to practice, because just like now, it is something that happens and I had to suck it up and get on with my life. I felt weird, because I usually loved being at practice. However, I found myself wanting to be home, in my room, by myself.

            The nurse’s offices was basically my second home growing up. Constant nausea, cramping, gas pains, all GI issues. I felt sick almost all of the time. My mom took me to the ER multiple times for cramps where I could not even walk without being bent over in a 90-degree angle. It did not matter if I was on or off my period, the cramps continued. Once when we went to the ER right after my field hockey game, we figured I was just cramping from pushing it too hard. Well sure, that was true, but it was not just physical exertion. It was because endometriosis has been growing inside of me since I was very young. I started hormonal birth control when I was 14, primarily for my acne, but also to ‘tame’ my periods.

             In my teenage years, the illness continued. I was still social, an athlete, active, and fairly popular; but I always felt off. I always felt like I could cramp up at any moment again, and in return my anxiety started. As we continued to go to doctor after doctor, they all insisted on putting me on an antidepressant. We denied all of these requests - I knew this was not the issue. When I was 18, I went through a period of extreme fatigue to the point where I could sleep for days and still be exhausted. It took multiple doctors and tests to figure out I had Hashimoto’s Hypothyroidism. I also had a barley allergy - goodbye gluten! There it was! We had the answer. So we thought. Did you know hypothyroidism could be connected to endometriosis?

             Endometriosis symptoms can be misdiagnosed as other diseases. For instance, I was diagnosed with IBS after having an endoscopy where everything showed up normal. For years, I took IBS medication, cut foods from my diet, and yet still everyday felt the same. Endometriosis symptoms include but are not limited to: painful periods or irregular periods, painful intercourse, increased pain during bowel movements, increased pain during urination, excessive bleeding, spotting and bleeding between cycles, painful digestion, constipation, nausea, chronic lower back and abdominal pain, pelvic pain, infertility, joint pain, nerve pain, chronic fatigue, bloating. For some women, these symptoms occur during their menstrual cycle, for other women it occurs also during ovulation, and for some women, this occurs every day of their lives. For me, painful bowel movements, painful digestion, extreme nausea, abdominal pain, pelvic pain, chronic fatigue, and bloating where symptoms I experienced every day, for years. Plus, chronic yeast and bacterial infections. When doctors told me nothing was wrong with me, it would send me into a downward spiral. How can I be feeling so terribly ill, and have medical professionals tell me nothing is wrong?

             For over three years, I reported my symptoms to my OBGYN. We tried numerous birth controls and did countless ultrasounds. I was told that painful sex was due to not being wet enough, because of something in my mind holding me back. I would go home and cry. How could the feeling of a knife stabbing into me and then being penetrated by sandpaper be in my head? It was not. When my Dr. touched my cervix, blood would come gushing out of me on to my legs and my feet. I have chronic yeast and bacterial infections. My pelvic exam made me yelp in pain on my left side. Yet, nothing was wrong.  

             One day, only two months ago, I had a day of cramping so terrible I had to leave work and called my OBGYN’s office hysterical to get an emergency appointment. They told me to go to the ER. If that request was not the last straw, I do not know what is. I yelled, I screamed, I cried, and I did not care what they thought of me. They got me an appointment within 48 hours. The Dr. spent approximately 1.5 minutes examining me before we went to his office. He explained I had a few options, another different birth control, an IUD, hormone control for endometriosis to just ‘see’ if that helps, or surgery. I said yes to surgery, there was no doubt in my mind I had endometriosis and it had to be surgically removed. He agreed, explained what would happen, and scheduled my laparoscopy and hysteroscopy for less than a month later.

             Those few weeks before surgery were hell. I was so exhausted, my illnesses caught up to me, and I felt like I could barely function. It was like I was finally going to have the answers I deserved, but my fear would be that the diagnosis was what it has always been: nothing is wrong. Between my normal pain and the stress, I was a total mess. The only thing to do was my normal routine: put on a smile and pretend that my insides did not feel like they were slowly murdering me. Just another day in the life.

             The day before surgery, my grandma came from FL to PA to take care of me, and thank God she did, because post lap and hysteroscopy was more intense than I ever thought. We arrived at the hospital at 5:30/6am. I changed and was prepped, with the IV in the top of my left hand until about 8am. I told my grandma, if I come back and the results are nothing, I am checking myself into a psych ward. A few different doctors and nurses came to ask me questions; it felt like I was in a haze. I was rolled into the OR which is still a little fuzzy, but I remember being lifted up to move from my bed to a table, and then I remember nothing until waking up. I woke up in a room with other people, and I was freezing. I mean, my entire body was shaking I was so cold. I could barely talk, my throat was killing me. I later learned there was a breathing tube in my throat. I whispered as loud as I could to the nurse passing by if I could have more blankets. She kindly brought me warm blankets, but I was still freezing. I dozed back off, and woke up in the cubicle where I started with my grandma there. It was past 10am, so my surgery took over an hour. I was so tired, my body was so sore, I was so cold. Nurses came to check on me as I continued to doze off. We waited over 2 hours, and finally, the Dr came in and said, “Almost everything looked perfect, except for the endometriosis we found. We found some on the right, and much more on the left. We excisioned it out. Okay.” He walked out. I had the answers, but he did not explain where it was, what stage it was, how much there was, how I should recover, nothing. I felt relieved to have answers, but I also felt alone. Now what? How do I battle this? Well, at the very least at the moment, I was not crazy, my symptoms were real, and I smiled to all of the doctors who told me it was all in my head.

             I stayed in the hospital until about 3pm. I tried to eat some crackers and drink water but I could barely lift my arm and my throat was an indescribable amount of sore. I slept and slept. A nurse, I remember her name, Olivia, because she was truly the best nurse I have ever had, had to check my pad (which I did not even know I had on) because of the hysteroscopy bleeding. She gauzed my belly button (they went in through my belly button as well as two incisions on my lower abdomen.) She helped me walk around, which was so difficult. I had to urinate before being released, and I could not do it. It was so painful and difficult. She put fluid into my IV to help, but still it took over 2-3 hours. Finally, I had to pee! Something I never thought I would be so excited for. There was blood in my urine, and my stomach ached as I went, but that was my first post-op accomplishment. I was released shortly after and was wheeled chaired downstairs.

             The first week of recovery was more than I bargained for. The gas from the carbon dioxide inflated through my chest and shoulders, making everything uncomfortable. My incisions were so sore. You really do not know how much you use your core for every movement until you cannot use it anymore. I would try to walk across my house once a day for a few days to keep the gas moving. I worked from home that week, and that was my first mistake post-op. I thought I would be fine. I pushed myself too much, and the next week I had to take off. Which I should have done in the first place. So a piece of advice to you: this is not easy, take off work and rest. The second week when my grandma went back home, was not as bad as the first week, but still difficult. In fact, I am now 4 weeks post-op, and it is still difficult. My incisions are still sore; walking more than a block will have my stomach in a knot. Some women recover in days and some in weeks or months; do not compare yourself to others. I’ve been told ‘ you should feel better by now’ - well gee, after years of suffering from pain, then a surgery, excisions, and recovery; I sure as hell think my body can take as long as it needs to to recover, regardless of anyone’s opinion.  

             For years, I did not enjoy my life. I could not participate in things I used to love. I would throw up randomly. I would be nauseous traveling. Concerts started to give me anxiety. The grocery store gave my panic attacks. I stopped going out. The fear of the pain I felt every day at any time was enough to make me feel like I was dying. Friendships were lost, broken. I did not want to leave my house. I never felt well. I did not want to talk about it, to anyone, because I did not want to sound dramatic. Doctors made me start to believe I was depressed. But there as a gut feeling, that there was more. The cramping I experienced that kept me in bed for days, becoming anti-social and lethargic; this was more than what the doctors were telling me. I found joys in life, but from the comfort of my bed with heating pad and boxes of Zofran. It felt like someone took my life away and would never give it back. This is undiagnosed endometriosis.  

             Coping with endometriosis has not yet processed with me. I have therapy starting next week, for my anxiety and OCD, but also to learn how to cope with chronic illness. There are no answers, there is no way to prevent it from growing back, and there is no way to know. I find that terribly difficult to understand. Why is this disease so under researched? Why do doctors take 7-10 years to diagnose endometriosis? Why are our symptoms looked over time and time again? To that, I say time is up. As endometriosis warriors, we must raise our voices and teach about this incurable, non-understandable disease, and demand more research, more understanding, more specialists, and more attention for a debilitating disease that doctors refuse to dignify. I am with you sister. We will figure this out, together.