uterine wall

anonymous asked:

I'm writing a character in a lotr-type fantasy world, who is a very active warrior and has had a few injuries related to her pelvis. What are the chances of her being capable of carrying a child to term without a miscarriage? Do you have any suggestions on how to be respectful with that subject in general?

Well, when you say “a few injuries related to her pelvis,” what I’m picturing is the actual pelvic bones, the girdle that holds our legs together and basically keeps us all alive.

Injuries to the pelvic bone itself likely won’t prevent pregnancy, because the actual reproductive systems are intact.

I wish I knew exactly what kind of trauma we were talking about because I suspect we have different definitions of “injuries related to her pelvis”.

If you’re talking direct trauma to the uterus, such as a stabbing, it’s hard to say for sure what the outcome is. It will depend on the wound – and what you want as a writer. Those with uterine wall ruptures tend to get scar tissue over that area, which prevents embryo implantation – it makes it harder to have kids.

Also, it’s extremely vascular, and bleeding to death pretty much prevents kids 100% of the time.

But you do have some leeway here. She could become unable to bear children. She could be told she’s unable to bear children due to the scarring but have a fetus implant itself on the uterus anyway. And she could have issues that don’t affect her uterus at all and have normal pregnancies.

As for “be[ing] respectful with that subject in general”… Understand the psychology of pregnancy. Does your character want kids? Or was she dreading them, or did she have a distant wistful someday… in her mind?

In most cases, women tend to feel a sense of loss when it comes to this aspect of their bodies. First of all, she’s had a capability taken away against her will, and if a family was something she wanted, she may see that dream as ruined. (Note that even though adoption is a Thing™, she may still feel this way and not be consoled by that fact. Or she may be 100% okay (after some processing) with adoption.)

The loss of children, even in potential, is more than enough to send someone through the Kubler-Ross stages of grief: Denial, Bargaining, Anger, Depression, and Acceptance. @scriptshrink is the one you want for psychology!

The bottom line is that if you want her to suffer significant injury to her uterus, you can do that, just realize it will bleed a lot and need good care for her to recover. Also, consider reading some infertility stories online (from people who have gone or are going through infertility) to get an accurate idea of how people feel.

Best of luck!!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Co Workers (Part Twenty-Three)

A/N: I swear it has a happy ending!!! Also, these last few chapters are a bit shorter, but it’s okay! Also, there’s only TWO PARTS LEFT to this series, so if you’re on the Co Workers tag list and you’d like to be moved to a different tag list, let me know!

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy loss, lots of emotional stuff

Word Count: 1.6k

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“I love you both.”

You blushed again as you opened your mouth to answer him before hanging up, but as you were turning, you looked to your left just in time to see a pickup truck smashing into the driver’s side door.

The car was still running and you could hear people yelling as you faded in and out. You fought to open your eyes and look down at your stomach, which you were holding onto with bloodied hands. You faded out for a second before trying to look and see if Misha was still on the phone, but your vision was too blurry. Your head was pounding as you fought to open your mouth and say something, only to lose consciousness.


“Y/N?” Misha yelled into the phone, “Y/N? Are you there? What happened?!”

Misha had heard the crash followed by you screaming and was now in full panic mode. He didn’t want to believe it, but when you didn’t answer him he knew it was bad.

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my IUD experience (this story won't make you cry IN TERROR!!!!)

So I really wanted to write about my IUD insertion experience yesterday, because I did so much online research beforehand and read so many GODAWFUL HOLY FUCK WHAT HAVE I SIGNED UP FOR horror stories that I completely FREAKED OUT making the whole thing a lot more stressful than it needed to be. I hope this will make some girls desperately searching the IUD tags feel better!!!!! I’m bolding words so you can skim through what you don’t want to read.

I am 22 years old, in a long term monogamous relationship, and I have never given birth/been pregnant.

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so since donald trump might totally fuck up women’s access to birth control, may i recommend the iud

the iud is like a t shaped device that they put up in your uterus they have strings attached to them that you can feel if you stick your fingers up in your vagina, they kind of feel like fishing lines. but theres a hormonal one and a copper one, with no hormones. i’m on the copper iud bc i have bipolar disorder and cant do hormonal birth control of any kind. and basically what the copper iud does is that, it kills sperm. so if you were to get pregnant on the iud, the iud literally terminates the pregnancy bc copper stops egg fertilization and implantation. and it lasts longer, mine is gonna last me 12 years!

the hormonal iud just thickens up your cervical mucus and makes it harder for sperm to get up in there. hormonal iuds typically last 3-5 years but sometimes longer, it depends on where you go. and i think they stop you from ovulating in some cases. and they do make your cycle lighter and and sometimes they can make them light and infrequent the longer you have it in. 

in the first month, avoid using tampons as it could pull the iud out. also check your strings regularly at first to make sure its in the correct place. theres a small risk of it falling out/puncturing your uterus within the first couple of months, but it’s rare. it occurs in one in 20 people. expulsion is most common if you normally have really bad cramps, a heavy flow, have recently given birth or gotten an abortion, and people who have not had babies yet. 

but basically its the most effective form of birth control out there with i think like a 99.8% success rate and its super easy to get, just go to planned parenthood and they’ll do it there

 sometimes it can affect your flow, making it heavier and more painful cramps, that happens with the copper iud. but i have experienced none of that. in fact, it’s completely regulated my cycle and my bleeding is WAY less than usual cause i used to have really bad bleeding before i got on birth control and bad cramps, and tbh the iud helped with that shit. but i really recommend the copper iud bc no hormones. and like i said, if you DO get pregnant on the iud the copper in the iud is lethal to sperm and prevents the pregnancy from even happening. 

but just go to planned parenthood or your doc and see what you can do about getting on one, like i said, mine’s gonna last me 12 years.  and mine cost nothing bc i got funding from the state

the insertion itself tho, is super painful. some of the most intense and painful experiences i’ve ever had, but it takes all of about 5 minutes. and make sure you go to a gyno or your doctor once a year to get your strings checked and to make sure that it’s still in place. there is a slight risk of it puncturing your uterine wall but like i said it is rare

if anyone’s got any more questions, feel free to direct them my way! i love my iud and it’s helped me quite a bit!

EDIT: I forgot to mention they are VERY expensive, sometimes $300-$500 but most of the time you can get funds from the state that will provide it for you for free or at a reduced cost! also check with your insurance provider!

Lullaby-Part 9 (Conclusion)

Summary: Dean and you deal with the aftermath…Just read it, I don’t want to give anything away. ( PART ONE ) ( PART TWO) (PART THREE) (PART FOUR) (PART FIVE) (PART SIX) (PART SEVEN) (PART EIGHT)

Prompt: inspired by @deanwinchesterxreader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Language, ANGST, DEATH, pregnancy!complications, Depression, self-hate

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I’m really sorry…ANGST and TRIGGERING  Please know that I am warning you now.Any feedback is appreciated, also if you wouldn’t mind liking and rebloging.I am so thankful for all y’all reading this series.


The inside of your nose feels dry and itchy, the stench of bleach filling your nostrils, everything smells too clean. There was a faint beeping and something was warm against your thigh. Your eyes didn’t want to open, lids heavy. What the hell was happening?

You force your eyes open, blinking frantically against the harsh white light. What was going on? You couldn’t remember anything besides going to bed with Dean. Where the hell?

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None Of Your Business-Part 14

You are a newly graduated MBA student trying to get a highly sought-after job at Wesson Technology.  You have spent your life proving to people that your more than your Omega status.  Will billionaire tech genius Alpha Sam Wesson take a chance on you?

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Characters:: Alpha! Sam Wesson, Alpha! Dean Smith, Omega! Reader, Beta! Charlie Bradbury, Omega! Ruby, Beta! Cas Novak, Omega! Jo Harvelle, Beta! Kevin Tran, Mandy (OC, Sam’s daughter)

A/N: This is the end, guys! Thanks for sticking by me for this journey!  I appreciate all the feedback I have gotten about this series. I saved the biggest plot twist for the end, just because I can! ;)

Readers POV:

When we got to Ruby’s apartment, the door was unlocked, so we walked right in.  We found Ruby in her bedroom, blood everywhere, slumped in a chair with a bloody towel clutched in her lap.  She was ghostly pale and groaning with pain.

“Sam why don’t you go wait outside for the ambulance while I help Ruby get cleaned up?” I commented.

He nodded gratefully and practically ran out the door.

I started opening drawers until I found a complete outfit and then I got a clean towel from the linen closet.  Ruby was hunched over in pain.  “When did this all start?” I asked.

“About 15 minutes before I called you. I started having pain, and then the bleeding started.  I’m scared, Y/N.  It really hurts.”  She whispered.

We had just gotten Ruby changed when the paramedics came in with the gurney.  “She has lost a lot of blood.”  I told them.  They took Ruby outside and loaded her into the ambulance.

“We will meet you at the hospital.” Sam told the driver.  The ambulance sped off into the night, lights flashing and sirens blaring.

Ruby was immediately rushed into emergency surgery.  It seemed like forever before someone came to talk to us.

“Ruby just came out of surgery.  She suffered a placental rupture, which was the cause of the bleeding.  The baby is fine, but Ruby had massive hemorrhaging due to the placenta not completely detaching from the uterine wall.  We were forced to do a hysterectomy to stop the blood loss.  She is in recovery now.”

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PEOPLE THAT HAVE PERIODS!

Since I was 14 when I got my first period I’d resent my body for being tired when I was menstruating. I was mad at my body for running out of energy when the actual lining of my uterine wall was shredding for 4-5 days! Doesn’t that sound ridiculous?! After 10 years and roughly 120 periods I am now allowing myself to move with my cycle rather than fight against it. You can learn all about it in an app called MyFLO but here’s the gist of it:

MENSTRUATION - Low energy, no working out. Toward the end of the week incorporate light yoga and walking.
FOLLICULAR - Cardio or something new you’ve been wanting to try (more cardio based)
OVULATION - HIIT, Soul Cycle, Bootcamp, 14er, etc. You have loads of energy to burn during this phase.
LUTEAL - Strength training but taken really slowly, there’s no rush.

While writing this I’ve made adjustments to my calendar so look at it with a grain of salt. The app is $1.99 but I’ve already learned so much in the last 2 hours of having it. I suggest anyone who has a period check it out.

It also has a feature where it’ll text your partner which phase your in and it’ll educate them on your energy levels are, whether or not you’ll have the energy to socialize, what your sex drive is, how fertile you are, etc.

All of this is tangentially related to my mixed feelings about the reception Serena Williams’ pregnancy has gotten. Yes, it is exceptional that she won the Australian Open while pregnant, but some people’s apparent disbelief/wonder in this accomplishment makes me want to go skywriting PREGNANT WOMEN HAVE BEEN EXCELLING FOREVER AND Y’ALL STILL CAN’T RESPECT US ENOUGH TO STOP POLICING OUR BODIES. You know there’s some motherfucker out there questioning if she needs to keep, y’know, doing her job while pregnant because of some antiquated notion that we suddenly become delicate flowers the minute an embryo attaches itself to the uterine wall.

I know this makes it sound like I think we shouldn’t celebrate this facet of her accomplishments, but that’s not what I’m getting at. My point is that pregnant women through the ages have done work because when it has to get done it fucking gets done because the world has proven that it ain’t gonna stop for you.

Did you know that Cesarean sections were commonly practiced in Uganda before colonialism? In 1879 a Dr Robert Felkin witnessed firsthand A Cesarean section procedure. Here is the procedure Dr. Felkin documented :

So far as I know, Uganda is the only country in Central Africa where abdominal section is practiced with the hope of saving both mother and child. The operation is performed by men, and is sometimes successful; at any rate, one case came under my observation in which both survived. It was performed in 1879 at Kahura. The patient was a fine healthy-looking young woman of about twenty years of age. This was her first pregnancy … The woman lay upon an inclined bed, the head of which was placed against the side of the hut. She was liberally supplied with banana wine, and was in a state of semi-intoxication. She was perfectly naked. A band of mbuga or bark cloth fastened her thorax to the bed, another band of cloth fastened down her thighs, and a man held her ankles. Another man, standing on her right side, steadied her abdomen  The operator stood, as I entered the hut, on her left side, holding his knife aloft with his right hand, and muttering an incantation. This being done, he washed his hands and the patient’s abdomen, first with banana wine and then with water. Then, having uttered a shrill cry, which was taken up by a small crowd assembled outside the hut, he proceeded to make a rapid cut in the middle line, commencing a little above the pubes, and ending just below the umbilicus. The whole abdominal wall and part of the uterine wall were severed by this incision, and the liquor amnii escaped; a few bleeding-points in the abdominal wall were touched with a red-hot iron by an assistant. The operator next rapidly finished the incision in the uterine wall; his assistant held the abdominal walls apart with both hands, and as soon as the uterine wall was divided he hooked it up also with two fingers. The child was next rapidly removed, and given to another assistant after the cord had been cut, and then the operator, dropping his knife, seized the contracting uterus with both hands and gave it a squeeze or two. He next put his right hand into the uterine cavity through the incision, and with two or three fingers dilated the cervix uteri from within outwards. He then cleared the uterus of clots and the placenta, which had by this time become detached, removing it through the abdominal wound. His assistant endeavored, but not very successfully, to prevent the escape of the intestines through the wound. The red-hot iron was next used to check some further hemorrhage from the abdominal wound, but I noticed that it was very sparingly applied. All this time the chief “surgeon” was keeping up firm pressure on the uterus, which he continued to do till it was firmly contracted. No sutures were put into the uterine wall. The assistant who had held the abdominal walls now slipped his hands to each extremity of the wound, and a porous grass mat was placed over the wound and secured there. The bands which fastened the woman down were cut, and she was gently turned to the edge of the bed, and then over into the arms of assistants, so that the fluid in the abdominal cavity could drain away on to the floor. She was then replaced in her former position, and the mat having been removed, the edges of the wound, i.e. the peritoneum, were brought into close apposition, seven thin iron spikes, well polished, like acupressure needles, being used for the purpose, and fastened by string made from bark cloth. A paste prepared by chewing two different roots and spitting the pulp into a bowl was then thickly plastered over the wound, a banana leaf warmed over the fire being placed on the top of that, and, finally, a firm bandage of mbugu cloth completed the operation.Until the pins were placed in position the patient had uttered no cry, and an hour after the operation she appeared to be quite comfortable. Her temperature, never rose above 99.6°F, except on the second night after the operation, when it was 101o F, her pulse being 108.The child was placed to the breast two hours after the operation, but for ten days the woman had a very scanty supply of milk, and the child was mostly suckled by a friend. The wound was dressed on the third morning, and one pin was then removed. Three more were removed on the fifth day, and the rest on the sixth. At each dressing fresh pulp was applied, and a little pus which had formed was removed by a sponge formed of pulp. A firm bandage was applied after each dressing. Eleven days after the operation the wound was entirely healed, and the woman seemed quite comfortable. The uterine discharge was healthy. This was all I saw of the case, as I left on the eleventh day. The child had a slight wound on the right shoulder; this was dressed with pulp, and healed in four days.

Plan B, y'all

Let’s talk about unplanned and/or unprotected sex and emergency contraception (Listen up, guys, I mean you!) Given the increasing hostility toward abortion, every sexually-active hetero male who relies on condoms or on their partner being on birth control should have emergency contraception on hand (the morning-after pill: Plan B, Preven, Take Action, Etc). Condoms break, and unplanned sex happens, and if you really want to make sure you don’t impregnate someone, emergency contraception (EC) is what you should offer your lady (within in 72 hours).
The morning-after pill works primarily by delaying ovulation. It also supposedly, in many women, irritates the lining of the uterus in such a way as to prevent implantation of a fertilized egg. Once an egg has implanted in the uterine wall, a woman is pregnant, and the EC pill won’t do anything, so it is important the pill be taken as soon as possible after sex.
Emergency Contraceptives are available in most pharmacies in most States (as well as Target and Walmart). They are not cheap: They usually run $30 to $50, which is why the guys should step up and accept responsibility for their part. If you’re too squeamish to buy a box of EC at your local pharmacy, or too broke to buy one, you might as well swear off sex–because you can’t afford a baby or an abortion, either.
Until such time as there is a birth control pill for men, you fellas should be packing EC. It is time for men to buy contraceptives, not just condoms, and help shoulder the burden of preventing pregnancy.

OK incoming tangent

It really fucking pisses me off that American public schools don’t offer second language courses until late middle school or high school (for reference, the last grade of middle school is when you’re about 13).

I took one linguistics class in college. ONE. And even with that most basic of understandings of how humans acquire language I know that it is a fucking waste to wait until someone is thirteen to try and teach them another language.

From the moment that your fetus grows ears your brain begins hard-wiring you to understand your native language. Your brain starts differentiating the vowel sounds of whatever language is being spoken around you through the uterin wall.

After you are born, your brain isn’t really set into only hearing the sounds didstinctive to your language until you are seven months old.

To wait past the age of six to start teaching a kid a second language is…. just fucking stupid. By that time your brain is so hard-wired for figuring out your first language that learning a second one becomes infinitely more difficult.

Not to mention the numerous proven benefits of being bilingual.

Just, why would you waste the period of time when the brain is most open to learning as many ways to speak as possible and then expect us to suddenly be able to learn it as an adult when it’s like a hundred times harder?

Like if America could stop being stubborn for five minutes…..

Remember that study of male birth-control that shut down because like 10% dropped out and the researchers deemed it too “inhumane” because there was a risk for depression and/or loss of libido?
Well, I just put in a new IUD and I thought I might share the side effects with you:

VERRY COMMON (more than 1 in 10 users will experience one or more of these)
•head aches
•abdominal pain
•altered bleeding patterns
•infection of the vulva
•discharge

COMMON (1 in 10 users)
•depression
•migraine
•nausea
•acne
•heavy increase in body hair
•back pain
•vaginal infection
•ovarian cysts
•excessive cramping
•breast pain
•expulsion of the IUD

LESS COMMON (1 in 100 users)
•hair loss
•dark pigmentation (birthmarks) in the face region

RARE (1 in 1000 users)
•piercing of the uterine wall
•allergic reaction/anaphylactic shock
•high blood pressure
•FUCKING BLOOD POISONING!!!!

#WomenHasBeenPuttingUpWithThisShitSinceForever
#AndTransmenAndNonbinaryPeopleWithUteruses
#PenisPrivelige

“And when I say ‘eat my placenta,’ I mean that I’m having it freeze-dried and made into a pill form—not actually fry it like a steak and eat it (which some people do, BTW).”  ~ Kim Kardashian

It wasn’t until my Obstetrics term that I really found her to be…uh.. ‘brave’ about the situation of ingesting her own placenta. 

Not something I could see myself doing, ever, particularly after helping women go through the process of delivering their placentas, and most new mothers didn’t even want to glance at it after. Although I’ve heard the comments that it kinda looks and smells like liver, looks a bit like steak or liver (no…just no…*I mean..apart from the fact that it just came out of a human being with all other bodily fluids imaginable, still warm and smelling of amniotic fluid, which is a ‘sickly’ sweet smell, bit like urine..anyway)

It’s a pretty large bit of tissue that all women have to deliver in the 3rd stage of labour (yup, labour is 3-4 stages). After the baby comes out - then comes the placenta, separately, several minutes later. It very naturally ‘peels’ itself away from the uterine wall and gets ejected out. 

i guess the size shouldn’t be a surprise given it’s role of providing nutrition and oxygen to a growing fetus.

I’m not sure how I pictured placenta prior to O&G. Never occurred to me to go out of my way to google image it. 

Failure to deliver placenta can lead to post partum hemorrhage or infection (e.g. Endometritis). These are usually followed up with immediate medical management, or really bad, then it may require surgery.

Apparently..Kim Kardashian thought it would prevent the onset of post natal depression

Frankly - never heard of this in clinical practice, or we’d all be doing it and prescribing it to our patients. Arguably it could be a source of Iron, given the amount of blood in placenta.

(*Just adding a couple of lines on post natal depression - it’s normal to be sad and have what’s called ‘baby blues’ for up to two weeks, just due to the hormone changes after birth. Nothing wrong with that. However, if it lasts more than that, it’s a serious medical concern. And that requires following up with a medical professional with expertise in the area. Sooner the better. I can’t understate how important that is, or how much support and therapy is available for anyone who requires it. It’s just not something to go through alone)

Here we are! Not one but two babies!! The cause of my early positive, dark lines, massive growth and horrible morning sickness. My two beautiful babies!!

Baby number one is measuring at 7w 2d and baby number two is measuring at 7w 5d 💕 we could clearly see their hearts fluttering away nice and strong.

The doctor assured me they are both strong and looking healthy and have plenty of room to grow with a septum dividing the sacks so they are fraternal twins, not identical. She has said they will start with a doctor led consultant since we now know there are 2 little doodle bugs growing away and there will be a few more scans in between rather than just the standard 2. She’s given EDD to be between January 23 and the 25th and to have my 11 week scan as scheduled.

I can’t even describe my shock and excitement but I have to admit I’ve said from day 1 there were two with how hard the symptoms hit and with our family histories of twins. I’d even correctly guessed which side is ovulated on and where they’d attached to the uterine wall, which the doctor confirmed which was why I have been so tender on the right side when the doctor examined my belly last night at the hospital.

Richard couldn’t be at the scan since he had to work but his mum and dad came with me and his mum was in the room when we found out, she was crying and in total shock that we were having 2 babies! I can’t wait to see them more clearly in a month at our next scan!

When I turned 16 what was supposed to be a euphemism for a casual inconvenience became a dreaded dark period repeated each month. “That time of the month” meant a hellish 7-8 days, steeped in excruciating pain, heavy menses, headaches, diarrhea, vomiting and the sensation that my abdomen was literally leaving my body with as much force as possible. I thought this was normal; the doctors I saw at the time merely prescribed brufen for 2 days, and reminded me that this is normal. But as I grew older, my menses got worse, lasting longer and longer, till by the time I was 18, I was bleeding 14 days of each cycle, and spotting in between. Still, I was told this is normal.
When in University, I once walked out of class, thinking that I would just vomit, hoping to make it to the bathroom but I collapsed right outside the classroom, and my clothes immediately got blood soaked. I ended up in hospital that day, with a burst cyst. The doctor told me I had an “abnormal” fundus – at the time he did not diagnose Endometriosis despite my history.

By 20, I had a normal pregnancy and delivery, and I thought that this would mean the end of the excruciating pain, the irregular periods the nightmare of all the accompanying symptoms. Instead, my condition got worse, with symptoms now occurring daily, the pain coming consistently and peaking to unbearable levels during my periods. In 2007, I finally got diagnosed with endometriosis – actually, the doctor was hazarding a guess since endometriosis doesn’t easily get spotted on an Ultra sound. Rather he noted that the “abnormal fundus” was adenomyosis, a form of endometriosis where the disease spreads into the muscles of the uterine wall. By this time, I had already begun taking pain killers on a daily basis, and slowly developed tolerance. I went from popping one or two ponstan (mefenamic acid) to doing 4 pills at a go just to get relief for a few hours. The psychological effects of the nausea, headaches, excruciating pain and being told “its normal” was costing me sleep, insomnia and anxiety became a part of my life.

By 2013, my condition had vastly deteriorated – I was bleeding continuously, and taking several pain killers combining drugs such as tramadol, ponstan, buscopan – anything to relieve the pain. I was trying drugs like danazol and a gonadotrophin inhibitor, I did thyroid tests as well, having been told that the condition could be as a result of a thyroid malfunction or something.
I got no comfort from the doctors – as the endometrial implants spread into my intestines, they caused severe discomfort, and one OB-GYN even suggesting I see a physician for my stomach complaints. I got sicker, and sicker, so anemic that I was dizzy at work. Slowly, the condition affected my ability to walk, sit or even carry my laptop on my back. Psychologically, this condition sunk me behind a thin wall of depression, and my world view was consistently through a veil of extreme pain. I was trying my best to cope, trying my best to be a “normal” 30 something. I tried dating, but couldn’t stand the idea of sex, the pain and the sickness that accompanies sexual activity is totally off-putting. I avoided hanging out with people, stopped going out to social gatherings because it just hurt to put up appearances and to keep trying to push the agony to the back of my mind. Besides, I was getting easily aggravated, and hid my tiredness behind sarcasm, and sometimes I just snapped at people coz the pain would overwhelm me. I felt, and I still feel, that people have no idea what one day of endometriosis is like, and how bad the pain can get.

My doctor finally told me that the only recourse would be to have a hysterectomy to bring an end to all the symptoms and ease the condition. So in August 2013, I had a hysterectomy, removing uterus and cervix but retaining the ovaries. I thought this is the end of my suffering, the end of the consistent pain. But instead, I found that I never fully recovered from the surgery, and steadily the pain returned, now spread all over my pelvic region, shooting down to my feet and escalating during my cycle.

Last year I changed doctors again, after reaching a point where none of the drugs I was using were working and being incredibly ill for weeks on end. My new doctor went through my medical history and then he candidly informed me that a hysterectomy was unlikely to work in the case of endometriosis. I lost my womb, and that surgery didn’t work.

I am not really grieved over that particular loss, what grieves me is the years of suffering I have endured and the pain I continue to endure and the coupled expectation to function normally when every step I take is painful. My doctor tells me that I will likely need extensive laparoscopic surgery in my pelvic region, because the disease has now progressed to become deeply infiltrating endometriosis. This means that there are nodules and implants all over my pelvic region affecting my vagina, bladder, rectal area, intestines and possibly affecting my sciatic nerve which is why I have pain walking.

I read about women in other parts of the world and their experiences with this condition, and it’s shocking to find out that my case is neither unique in its mis-management nor the unnecessary surgery. It’s also not unique that women around the world are expected to function normally despite such severe symptoms, and it is not unique that doctors will be more concerned about my “possible addiction to pain killers” rather than a pain management regime.
I have help now, and I have decent medication, although it’s very expensive coming to about 15-20 thousand per month. I have support from my family and from friends in this, and I hope Insha’Allah to soon have enough resources to do the laparoscopic surgery.

But I also know that so many women out there are going through a similar hell and because this disease isn’t visible they look fine, but are far from fine. I think for me, it would be a great step if society stopped dismissing women’s reproductive problems and stop dismissing women’s pain. It’s not normal to bleed for months on end, or to live in excruciating pain, to vomit and have diarrhea and recurrent headaches. It’s not normal to be sick during your periods. Being in pain is not a normal part of womanhood, and ignoring disease just leads to deterioration of the person’s condition and quality of life.

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Tomoko Takeda

Mother Book

  • 1week さあ、新しい生命のはじまりです。 Beginning of a new life. / A new life begins. / Here is the beginning of a new life. 6 week 大きさを測ることができます。 The size of the baby becomes measureable. 7 week 心拍を確認できるようになります。 Heartbeats can be confirmed in this phase 10 week この頃は魚みたいにエラやしっぽがあります。 At this point, the baby has gills and fins. 13 week 子宮壁をトランポリンのように使って動き回ります。 The baby starts moving around using the uterine wall as a trampoline. 20 week 大きな音に反応するようになります。 The baby begins to react to loud noise. 25 week 羊水の中でぐるぐる動き回っています。 The baby is now swimming around in the amniotic fluids. 29 week 体がどんどん成長していきます。 The baby is growing at tremendous speed. 38 week そろそろ祝福される日をうかがっているかもしれません。 The baby may now be contemplating on which day to head to the outside world. 40 week 誕生にむけて出発の準備をしています。 The baby is now ready to make that journey to meet its mom!
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