Fighting the Fight

There are things that have happened since I had my first child, Madison. Things that I would have never expected to happen to me, especially at twenty-three.

One thing I’ve learned these last five years is that I was blessed to become a young mom.

I’ve recently had a hysterectomy due to endometriosis and adenomyosis. They took out my uterus, cervix, fallopian tubes, and they left my ovaries. This means all of my baby making organs were removed with the hope that I would not be in pain anymore. That means that if I didn’t have my daughter at eighteen or my son at twenty, I wouldn’t be a mom to biological children, ever.

I was one of the lucky ones. In the group I’m in, there are some women who haven’t been able to have children, but had to have the surgery. My heart aches for them because they will never know they joy of pregnancy or feel the pains of labor.

At three weeks post op, I can say that this was the best decision I could have made for myself. If any other hyster sister’s are reading this, know you’re not alone in your fight.