This year I spent the evening enjoying the party, socializing, eating and dancing, without any pain at all. It was actually the first time I’d been able to enjoy a holiday party in several years, because somehow every year my endometriosis always seemed to spoil the fun. It still feels a bit unusual to me to be without pain—it’s like being shoved from the middle of a noisy crowd into a soundproofed room—the absence of sound/pain becomes extremely noticeable. Although I’m not completely free of pain every day, or even most days, it’s remarkable to me that it can happen at all, after many years of daily pain to some degree.
They say it takes a village to raise a child, and I think the same is true for a patient with chronic disease: it takes a team of people, health professionals and support people, to help make the patient’s disease manageable. I have been helped by so many amazing people along my journey, and I am quite sure that I would not be at the point I am at today, if not for the help of all of them together.
For me, one of the first steps in getting better was laparoscopic excision surgery, to treat my endometriosis. In addition to being an extremely skilled surgeon, the doctor who did my excision surgery was truly an unusually dedicated and compassionate doctor. When I experienced surgical complications due to an undiagnosed bleeding disorder, he was at the hospital morning and night, and calling me to check in several times per day. After a fainting incident late one night, he was at the hospital 20 minutes later, at 11 pm. When a technician couldn’t take my blood within the time frame he wanted one weekend day, he came to the hospital to do it himself. He always had a reassuring smile and a hand on my shoulder, saying, “hang in there, you’ll get through this.” I’m not sure what would have happened if I’d been in the hands of someone less experienced and committed.
Although the excision surgery had provided me with a lot of relief from endometriosis pain, adhesions caused by that surgery, and a subsequent surgery to remove a hematoma caused by my bleeding disorder, began to cause as many problems, if not more, than I’d had before the surgeries. I had severe pain in my left lower pelvic area, severe pain and nausea after eating, left chest and rib pain, and eventually severe bladder pain. Simple, basic activities like walking and eating were too painful, and I was in the ER multiple times because of pain and gastrointestinal problems.
The problems with adhesions led me to seek treatment with a physical therapist who also ended up exceeding my expectations for her level of skill, commitment and caring. After being told by my doctors that the only treatment they could offer for my adhesions was more surgery, which might actually make the problems worse, I traveled to Miami for a specialized form of manual physical therapy that treats adhesions non-surgically (Clear Passage physical therapy). This treatment was very successful and reduced all my pain tremendously, restored my ability to eat, and reduced my constant nausea to merely occasional. I was very lucky that my physical therapist was extremely compassionate and sensitive, and through many hours of conversation during treatment she helped me make sense of the emotional consequences of so many years of pain. She also provided an invaluable self-treatment program that I continue to do at home to help maintain the benefits of treatment, and continues to be an ongoing long-distance resource when I have questions or problems.
Finally, the support of family and friends, coworkers, and online and in-person support groups is also invaluable to me as I continue to navigate through the journey of chronic illness. Everyone with chronic illness has felt those moments where they feel isolated and lose hope that things will get better. In those moments a shoulder to cry on, or a message that we are strong and can move forward despite obstacles, or even an offer to keep the faith for us when we can’t, are what keep us afloat.
My reflection on holiday parties past and present helped me realize how fortunate I have been to have a team of skilled and compassionate healthcare professionals, and caring support people, to help me through this difficult journey. To anyone reading this who also suffers from a chronic disease, I wish you the best in assembling your own team, and many happy holiday parties for the future.