It’s been a few years, but the memory still lingers. Pain doesn’t just go away—it stretches across time, a shadow that never fully leaves. I remember stepping into that cold OBGYN office after years of ignoring the signs—abnormal bleeding, exhaustion, my body screaming for attention. But I brushed it off. That’s what we’re taught, right? Endure. Push through. Suffer in silence.
Dr. Serena, who’s known me since I was 15, took one look and knew. The abnormal tissue growths had taken over. In under a year, I looked six months pregnant. The bleeding wouldn’t quit. My iron levels? Tanked. Tranexamic acid barely touched it. My boyfriend at the time thought we were expecting—and I had to laugh. Girl, where exactly was this baby supposed to come from?
Surgery became the only real move.
But when hysterectomy came up, I hesitated. My uterus wasn’t the enemy—it was the battleground. And what if, someday, I wanted to try IVF? What if science found a way? I wasn’t ready to close that door. Dr. Serena gave me options, and I chose the one that let me keep my choices. Myomectomy. Intense. Painful. But it meant I still had control.
The only thing that made it bearable—if anything about this could be called bearable—was knowledge. I asked everything. I met with specialists. I researched. I followed up. Once I knew I had done everything in my power, I left the rest to God and my doctors.
Looking back now, it’s crystal. We don’t control the bodies we’re born into, but we do control how we fight for them. If you’re where I was—scared, overwhelmed, uncertain—remember this: Knowledge is power. Power will carry you through.
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