One year ago I had my first surgery. The plan was to remove a bum Fallopian tube. What was found instead was a mass of fibroids, inflammation and what the doctors assumed was endometriosis.
Today I sit here, two surgeries complete, half my reproductive organs, two failed ivfs and a wonked out menstrual cycle.
There’s a lot that doctors don’t tell you after going through the process.
Like how your cycle will be weird and irregular for who knows how many months after. Like how the mystery of why no eggs could be coaxed into maturation even on heavy doses of hormones. Like what your body’s actual plan is.
Tonight I set up for my art show and it feels like an honoring of this big, big process I put myself through.