November 2019

“We’ve found two large fibroids, each is the size of an orange,” she said to me, her tone careful and calm.

There’s something about receiving that type of information in a doctor’s office that feels as if you are watching it on an Australian soap drama.

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“Okay,” was all I said back.

Notoh, f*ck?,orholy sh*t,orwhat does that mean!?But just, okay.

The leadership role of response I would usually embody in that instant evaded me and I sat there wide-eyed like a new recruit on my first day, too paralysed to ask questions, so just waiting for an adult to give me instructions.

Somewhere in the 1990s

Somewhere in the 90s I absorbed the core belief that women had to make life easy for men.

Don’t be a hindrance to them… Be easy to get along with. I look back now and see an unlimited amount of resources I took this belief on from. I’m going to hazard a guess and say it started around 1990 on the Sunday mornings I spent listening to sermons preaching things like*Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord or **Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve.

Understood, nine-year-old me thought as I saw my parents, teachers and all the adults I knew to nod their heads as the Pastor roared from the pulpit.

If I did what my parents, teachers and church leaders said, I was always told I was a good girl.

It was further reinforced in 1995 as my teenage girlfriends and I sat around readingDOLLYmagazine, the articles telling usHow To Be The Type Of Girl Boys Want To Date!AndLure Your Crush; Here’s How!

In 1998, a boy who I considered a friend invited me over to his house one afternoon to hang out. Sitting watching a movie, he aggressively started putting moves on and trying to unzip my jeans. Shocked and embarrassed, I told him I did not want him to touch me, to which he angrily replied,“I knew you’d be frigid! Why’d you even come over if you were just going to waste my time?!”

2012-14

At 32, I had been on The Pill for all of my adult life.

I was in a serious relationship and by late 2013 I had got my period only six times in the two years I had been with my boyfriend.

I thought me getting my period was a hindrance to my boyfriend. That it inconvenienced him.

My body had become so accustomed to 14 years of hormones The Pill had provided it that when I wanted to skip my period I would just miss the sugar pills continuing on the contraceptive pills and magic! No period.

My body was so used to the hormones, it didn’t seem to skip a beat, doing as I instructed it.

“Don’t you ever wonder why I don’t get my period?” I asked him one day.

“I did wonder that!” he replied. Just as I was about to tell him why he smiled and added, “I think it’s great!”

Good girl.

2015

When that relationship ended in 2015, I decided to give my body a break from The Pill for a while. For the first few months off The Pill, my period continued as normal, but then one month later I started to get pain I hadn’t felt before.

Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen.

Month after month it gradually continued to get worse. Work was beyond busy, I was travelling like a mad person.Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen.

My career was taking off in the way I had always hoped and I didn’t want to miss any opportunity.

Arrange schedule for one day a month that you simply can’t leave the house.

Nurofen, Nurofen.

I trawled the Internet and found reasons that everything from ‘periods can get more painful as you get older’ to ‘going off the pill can cause your cycle to change to many women experience heavy cycles’.

Heavy compared to what?

I found false comfort in the generic headlines and WebMD symptoms and side effects lists.

Oh, good! It’s normal!I thought, accepting what I was experiencing as my new normal.

2016-2018

“I don’t have time; I’ve got too much to do.”

Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen.

The pain will pass, arrange schedule for three days day a month that you simply can’t leave the house.

Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen.

“I’ll do it once I finish the such and such project/deal/contract/collection/proposal.”⠀

Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen.

The pain will pass, arrange schedule for four days day a month that you simply can’t leave the house.

Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen, Nurofen.

“I’m too busy right now, I’ll deal with it later.”⠀

August 2019

I had been thinking for a while about starting the process of freezing my eggs. I had always wanted to have children but due to timing and personal circumstance it had not played out the way I thought. I’m sure you can tell from the above where theactualfocused priority fell in my life.

I was based between NYC and Australia, so I made an appointment to see my GP to discuss the egg freezing process with her when I was back in Sydney.

The day of my appointment I was in such chronic pain, I was coiled up in bed, my entire body in full convulsions from the pain, the heavy bleeding now full-blown haemorrhaging (and had been for over a year now) feeling as if full body organs were passing through me.

I winced throughout our appointment as she walked me through the process of egg freezing and then at the end of the session, I told her that my period had been a ‘little heavier’ than usual.

She gave me a referral for an OBGYN who I was to speak to about the egg freezing, but suggested I make an appointment with her sooner rather than later to also discuss what she described as ‘the abnormalities in my cycle’.

And you know what I did? I took five Nurofens, and the next day boarded my flight back to NYC because I had an important work meetingI just couldn’t miss.

October 2019

The referred OBGYN Dr HaRyun Won could not have been nicer in our initial appointment; thoughtful, informative and calm. I told her about the symptoms I had just come to accept as my normal over the past four years, and also the pain and immobility they were now causing me. As I listed what I was experiencing, the empathy that showed on her face was empathy I had not once shown my own body.

She gave instructions for pathology tests and some scans.

We were to meet again once she had the results.

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November 2019

“There are a few things we have to go through today,” Dr Won said, bringing my scans up on her screen. “Firstly, you are losing so much blood that your body is not able to keep up to replace it. You iron levels are meant to be around 200 and yours are sitting at seven. How your body has any energy at all is a miracle. We’ll get you in for an infusion and see how your body responds.”

Iron infusion. No problem. Tick.

“There is also a lot of endometriosis in your uterus as well… Now, endo is common, but I’m going to hazard a guess from these scans that yours is around stage 4, so it’s at a very advanced stage. But let’s come back to that in a second.”

I shifted slightly in my chair.

“We’ve found two large fibroids, each is the size of an orange,” she said to me, her tone careful and calm.

There’s something about receiving that type of information in a doctor’s office that feels as if you are watching it on an Australian soap drama.

“Okay,” was all I said back.

Notoh, fuck!,orholy shit,orwhat does that mean!?But just, okay.

The leadership role of response I would usually embody in that instant evaded me and I sat there wide-eyed like a new recruit on my first day too paralysed to ask questions, so just waiting for an adult to give me instructions.

“The fibroids are pushing against your uterus and causing it to be in a state of severe trauma, the endometriosis is further compounding this. This is going to require surgery.”

I just nodded.

The egg freezing conversation would be happening another time, but she did let me know that if one day I did decide to try to fall pregnant that the aggressiveness of the fibroids and the damage they have caused, even after removal would mean that I would be unable to give birth naturally.

“Okay,” I said again.

Dr Won explained that while she could make assumptions from the scan, she wouldn’t know the full extent until she was able to look at it in theatre.

The rest of the appointment was spent discussing all the precautions for the surgery, the biggest one was that while keyhole surgery was the preferred option, due to the fibroids being so large they would not be able to be removed whole.

Because of this, the fibroids would have to be cut up in the body, then removed piece by piece. She went on to explain that there was a chance that the fibroids could contain cancerous cells which if that was the case, would release into the surrounding areas.

The other decision was that if in the surgery the endo proved to be causing danger to the bowel, would I give consent to have a Colorectal surgeon scrub in to remove the part of the bowel affected, a surgery that comes with significant additions from a colostomy to ongoing reparative bowel surgeries.

It was a lot to take in, and while a big part of me was overwhelmed at the unknowns, I think on some level a part of me was also relieved. Relieved that they had found something that was causing me so much dis-ease.

I felt my body breath out a little, a sigh that said thank you for finally helping me.

I learnt I would have had the symptoms of it my entire adult life, however, the hormones the contraceptive pill releases (plus the additional ones I was plying it with) keeps the symptoms at bay, The Pill acts as a band-aid to what is going on underneath.

So when I made the decision to go off The Pill for a while my body took the opportunity to quickly show me what I had been masking. But instead of listening to my body and caring for her, I ignored it.

In my long-held (and very messed up) belief of trying to do everything to not be a hindrance, I became angry that my body was hindering me and instead, just started to accept the pain and symptoms as my normality.

Writing this hurts every part of my heart.

The core belief system that I’ve carried for so long (among many) and the constant battle of it versus your true self that is trying to shed it, is tormenting and exhausting. There is much to undo.

The vile and horrible way I have spoken to and treated my body, ignoring her when she was trying to get my attention for so long, and when she was screaming out in pain instead of caring her, I just tried to continually numb her. Completely ignoring her as she screamed out for help.

January 2020

On a hot summer, Tuesday afternoon tears streamed down my face as I was wheeled into the operating theatre at Randwick’s Prince of Wales private hospital.

Of course, I got my period the day before the surgery and as they transferred me onto the operating table, a pool of blood-soaked through my surgical gown. My body was crying