Archive for January, 2012

Praying for Endometriosis

I’m praying for Endometriosis. When My OBGYN told me I needed a surgical procedure, I lit up like a kid on Christmas. She and I laughed as we went over my (comically long) pre-op medical history. I called my husband from the car and he was happy to get the good news. I hung up the phone and realized how ridiculous this would sound to anyone outside of my little circle.

When you have undefinable pain, caused by a controversial disease, most of your Doctor visits involve a wild goose chase. Typically the Doc has a new theory, often based on a weird symptom that you’ve discovered. The second appointment is testing: CT scans, MRIs, tubes in places you’d rather they not be. (I once had a tube through my nose, down my throat and into my belly for 36 hours. The best part was that you could not swallow when they placed the tube. Right.) The third appointment is when the Doc tells you the tests show nothing conclusive. Back to the drawing board, tears in the car, “maybe I’m crazy, but that seems unlikely, as those psych tests were also negative.” It is wrenching and you find yourself praying for very weird things, like endometriosis.

Please don’t get me wrong. Endometriosis is a painful disease and I do not envy anyone who has it. I just want something with a name, something with a researched plan of action and I prefer it to be non-life threatening. So it looks like I will be the most positive person in my hospital this week. Please put me in your wishes, and please pray for Endometriosis.

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Nativity

I highly recommend baby cheek therapy (followed closely by baby head rehab) for those suffering in any sort of way. Warning, there are side effects: you may become addicted to the sweet, sweet smell and if said baby smiles or giggles, you will lose all ambition to do anything but to continue kissing her warm skin. This prescription works well in tandem with one of those super soft giraffe baby blankets.

I realize that we have blown past even the Epiphany, but my tree is still up (cause it makes me happy) and my daughter is still listening to her Christmas music at bedtime (cause it makes her happy), so figure it isn’t too late to talk nativity for a moment. We went to church on Christmas Eve. My family is Unitarian Universalist, which makes this holiday a little less traditional. However, this year our minister’s sermon painted an unforgettable picture of the manger. It filled the senses with the smell of sweet hay, the breath of warm sheep, the glow of the stars and the sound of a newborn suckling, wrapped in his mother’s arms. The conclusion being that no matter how you feel about the Christmas story or Jesus himself, there is one moment of undeniable hope.  When that young mother looks down at her infant and, like all moms and dads, she sees in his face them most beautiful creature she has ever seen. Suddenly the nativity story was not about the birth of a king, it was my story.

There are many times when I would do almost anything to come home to a quiet house, to lie down on the couch and let my pain melt away. But, my girls bring the hope into my life. I feel extremely blessed to have them pulling me out of my pain and holding my hand as we venture into life. Because there just isn’t enough time to be lying around when there is play dough, dirt, swimming, dancing and dolls to be fed. Mary and I have an understanding, our babies are saviors of one kind or another and our job, as their mother, is the holiest of work.

Happy New Year everyone.

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