Adenomyosis, endometriosis, hysterectomy, Painful Periods

2nd Annual 5K and Fun Run 2018

With the tremendous success of last years 1st Annual 5k we are in looking forward to the success of this years 2nd Annual 5k for Endometriosis Awareness.

This event is being held to raise awareness for the Our Journey with an Incurable Disease Foundation and Endometriosis Awareness.  We look forward to your support and participation in our second 5k at Saddle River County Park.

Race course is through Saddle River County Park, Saddle Brook, NJ.

Grab some friends and coworkers and create a team for either the 5k Run or the One Mile Fun Run.  Shirts are guaranteed if you register by March 18, 2018.  First come, first serve after that and while supplies last.



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As always, thank you for all your support


Amy Montes de Oca


Adenomyosis, endometriosis, hysterectomy, Painful Periods

Our Journey 5k for Endometriosis Awareness

March 26th, 2016, Our Journey will be hosting its 1st Annual 5k and Fun Run. Money raised will help endometriosis patients see specialists, as well as go to endometriosis research. Finding a cure is of utmost importance. This disease affects 1 in 10 women. Endometriosis is the #1 cause of female infertility. Women are being told that cramps are normal, and some are even being told it is in their head. The issue is the education about endometriosis is not happening on the medical level. Raising awareness will help this disease become at the forefront of people’s minds. No one should have to suffer the way that endo sufferers do.

Please register to run/walk in the race and if you are unable to attend, please find it in yoiur hearts to make a donation and help make a stand for woman!

My story starts here

endometriosis, Painful Periods

Channyn’s Endo Story

Channyn is a brave Endo sufferer that decided to share her story with us! Not only is she sharing her story, Channyn also blogs herself about Endometriosis here! Thank you for reaching out to me and sharing your story with us! #knowledgeispower ~ Amy 

My Endometriosis story began when I was eleven. However, I didn’t even hear of the word until I was twenty-one. I’m sharing my story to bring awareness to this disease. I try my best to be accurate in any medical information or statistics, but if I’m wrong with anything please let me know. Before I start, don’t let the topic of periods keep you from reading this. Yes, Endometriosis is a disease that involves the uterus. But it’s nothing to feel shy or embarrassed about.

What is Endometriosis (Endo for short)? It’s a disease where tissue called endometrium is found outside of the uterus. Basically, when a women who has a normal period bleeds it all flows out and all is well. However, with Endo the blood makes its way out of the uterus and starts to stick to other organs. So as you could imagine, it causes a lot of problems and a lot of pain.

In 2004 I was at a bible summer camp. I was eleven years old and woke up to some pretty awful cramps and bleeding. I knew enough to realize that my period had begun. I remember thinking about what I had learned during puberty classes at school. The nurse had mentioned that women experience cramps, but that Advil or Pamprin should help. So I just went to the camp nurse, but didn’t find much relief from whatever she gave me. Swimming time was nice because I found that it helped ease the cramps. I didn’t play much soccer that year, which was my favorite thing to do at camp. Instead I just read a lot and went swimming whenever the chance came up.

That’s my first recollection of the pain. However, I just shrugged it off as cramps everyone who has their period experience. When school started that year I remember visiting the nurse a lot whenever it was my time of month. I would be allowed to lay down in the back with a heating pad for thirty minutes and then was sent back to class. During this time other girls in my class started getting their periods and I couldn’t relate to what they were talking about. I remember saying once, “I can feel myself bleeding right now.” and then being told that I was being dramatic. What I was experiencing was Menorrhagia, which is so not normal for an eleven year-old (or anyone) to have. Anyways, all of these encounters could have been prevented if Endometriosis had been talked about during the dreaded Puberty talk at school. I have no idea why it’s still not talked about during those talks, but that really needs to change.

Things stayed the same until 7th grade. I was walking to my bus stop when I was hit with the sharpest pain. It kept getting worse while I was on the bus. The bumps from the ride were too much and I was crying. When I got to school I went straight to the nurses office. At first she just gave me some advil and a heating pad, but after an hour it had only gotten worse. That’s when she called an ambulance. When I was in the ER I found out that I was bursting five oh-so-lovely cysts. However, after the episode I was told that it’s common for women to have cysts and to see my general practitioner (GP) about it.

When I saw my GP she told me that I developed the cysts because I was depressed. So to prevent them from growing and bursting again I should go on anti-depressants. Being thirteen and trusting my doctor and mom I started taking Prozac. Which, turned me into a mess of a teenager.

Anyways, as you can imagine the Prozac did nothing to help stop my painful periods. I ended up in the emergency room a couple more times for bursting cysts, each time being told that it was normal. I missed a lot of school, even when I was in school. I failed gym. Twice. I just didn’t have the energy and whenever my period came I would be in too much pain to sit in class. There were two nurses at my high school: one that let me have the special dark room, a heating pad and an hour or two of rest. The second one would give me one of those Thermacare heating pads with the same comment every time, “I can only give you this once. They’re only meant for students to sample and then have their parents buy them more if they liked it.” and then sent me back to class. Sometime around this time I started to cut myself. In my then-mind, no one believed the pain that I was in. Every time I would go for help I was told that it was either normal or that I was making it up for attention. So I released all of my pain and frustrations by harming myself. It was a pain that I had control over. I am so happy to say that ultimately, it was Jesus who took control over me and my life. It was His grace that saved me from that (dare I say) period of my life.

When I was fifteen I finally decided to stop the Prozac. I was taking it to stop the cramps, and it wasn’t doing that at all. My GP was still telling me that I was just depressed, exaggerating my pain to get attention. I believed her until  I realized that the bad cramps and heavy bleeding wasn’t caused by me being sad. Something was wrong, but the ER docs and my GP didn’t seem to care too much. By that time I was going to Youth Group, I had stopped cutting and I had a job. Somewhere during that time I started to understand that I was my own advocate when it came to my health. Although, I still hadn’t found a doctor who would help me. So I started taking a heating pad with me on bad days without caring what people would think of me.



(Me in art class during my senior year. Wearing my portable heating pad proud.)

I did end up graduating on time. For my senior year I transferred to a Charter School. They took my credits differently than the high school did and were understanding when I didn’t feel well. Somewhere along the way I got a really bad ear infection, which turned into an infection of my Mastoid bone. I had to have surgery on my left ear when I was seventeen. While I was recovering from that surgery I was on pain medications, which in turn helped my cramps. It took around 6-8 months for me to fully recover from that surgery. Which honestly, was a nice break from the cramps.

Then I went on to college. This is when things started to get a lot worse for me physically, but it’s also when I started to really piece things together. I ended up in the ER countless times with bursting cysts and migraines. Because of this I talked to girls in the dorm about their periods, which is where I learned what a normal period should be like. I started going to a Chiropractor weekly, which helped with my hip, back and neck pains. Not so much with my monthly cramps.

During my second year at college things really went south fast. I was starting to be in pain all of the time, not just 1-2 weeks out of a month. The doctor that I was seeing sent me to a Gastrologist to get a bunch of tests done. I was then diagnosed with Gastroenteritis and was told that I just had to wait it out.

At this point, my then doctor knew my whole history of the cysts, painful periods, heavy flow, exhaustion and acne. However, it was all dismissed as a type of flu that I had to get over. I started to wonder though if all of these things were connected somehow.

The summer after my Freshman year and onward I was dating, and then became engaged to Sam. I would drive 2.5 hours to see him almost every weekend during the first semester of my sophomore year of college. His mom is a nurse and one time when I was visiting I had an awful period. She asked a lot of questions and was one of the first medical professionals to show an interest, and then show concern about the pain I was experiencing.

So right after Sam and I got married I found a new doctor and begged her to help me. After having an ultrasound done, she found something odd about my uterus. She told me that it was honestly above anything that she knew about. I have to say, I really appreciate and respect it when doctors are honest like that. She sent me to a Gynecologist, who I got into right away.

During my first appointment with him I heard the word Endometriosis. He told me that he strongly felt that I had it and I had two options: to start a birth control and see if that helps, or to have a Laparoscopic surgery (Lap) to diagnose, and if found, remove it. Since Sam and I had decided to start a family right away I chose to have the surgery, which ended up being my first Lap.

When I went in for my first Lap I was so scared. What if nothing was found? What do I do then? I remember waking up and immediately asking if he had found anything. I cried a lot when the nurse said yes. He had found Endometriosis. The cause to all of my pain.I thought that would be it. My suffering had a name and I would be properly helped from here on out. I was very, very wrong.

The surgeon had botched the Lap. Not only did he end up just taking a few samples of the Endo that he saw (instead of removing it all), he had also put the incisions in the wrong spots causing nerve damage. I was in more pain after surgery than I was before. Whenever I went back to him he told me that was impossible and eventually getting in to see him became difficult. Thankfully, Sam had gotten a job in Maryland. I had the surgery in November of 2013, and we moved to MD in February. I found an Endo specialist in Towson, MD and had my second Lap in April of 2014, just five months after the first.

It was during that surgery that my Endo doc found a lot of lesions and adhesions that was left behind previously. After I healed from that Lap I had around a month of being pain free. It could have been much longer if I had started a birth control, but we were still trying to get pregnant. So birth control was not option. So the Endo ended up coming back right away. I started seeing a Pain Management Specialist so I could be relatively comfortable.

During the summer of 2015 we started doing rounds of Clomid, two to be exact. I wasn’t told beforehand that Clomid is known to cause Endo to grow quickly, which is what ended up happening to me. The pain started being constant. I tried to quiet it down by taking a birth control called Aygestin, but when it didn’t help I called uncle. I couldn’t keep putting my body through all of this to become pregnant. So we’ve now decided to adopt! (woo!)

By November I was finally able to get into my Endo doc, where he said that he was following my case from afar and was expecting to see me soon. On December 2nd, 2015 I had my third Lap. I’ll find out my results from this Monday, 12/28/15. So this is where my Endometriosis story is at now.

At the moment that the first nurse told me yes, he had found Endometriosis, everything I had gone through since I was eleven was in fact real. I hadn’t made any of it up. With being diagnosed I’ve had to go through, and let go of, a lot of anger towards those who had ignored me. Now I’m just passionately angry to help others so they don’t have to go through what I did to become diagnosed.

So please, share my story, share your story. Or if you know someone who is going through painful periods, but have yet to find out why tell them about Endometriosis. If someone had told me when I was 11 I can’t even imagine what could have happened.

It took 9 years for me to become diagnosed. I pray everyday for young girls who are struggling that this won’t be their story. How can this be prevented? By doing something.

On my appointment on 12-28-15 I got a lot of pictures from my surgery. What I found most interesting is that my adhesion’s had matured enough to create their own blood supply:

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Displaying 12737073_1015772358490368_1621233633_o.jpgDisplaying 12737073_1015772358490368_1621233633_o.jpgDo something about Endometriosis. If you have Endo, do something. If you know someone who does, do something. There’s estimated 175 million women worldwide who suffer from this awful disease, yet there’s no cure. Not only is there no cure, but it usually takes around 10 years to be properly diagnosed. Even after being diagnosed women with Endo have to fight to actually be heard and helped. This could be prevented if those in the medical field were better trained in this disease, and also if it were taught about during the puberty talk in schools. There is so much that could be done. So let’s start with this: Just do something about Endometriosis!

Below are a ton of articles that I’ve found useful. Please feel free to contact me at if you would like to talk to someone about this disease. If you have any questions about Endo I will try my best to research and find an answer.

Thank you for reading my story. I pray that it will help someone else.



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Raven’s Story!


Hello! My name is Raven! If you’re reading this you either have Endo or something similar or have a friend/family member who does. If that is the case I’m so sorry! Endo sucks!! But you’re never alone! Join a support group! It will help you in ways you couldn’t imagine!

So here is my story! I’m 23! I’ve been dealing with pain for years! Pain in my legs constantly and worse when I’m on my period. Pain having sex. And pain in my abdomen worse when on my period!

I started dating my best friend of 7 years a couple of years ago! When we first started dating we found out that he was a daddy! It’s a weird situation but he had a fling with a girl and she ended up pregnant! Brooklynn was born 4 months into our relationship. We found out about her the day she was born! It’s a weird situation but a great one! Their daughter’s name is Brooklynn and she has 4 parents who have been through hell and back in 2 years and have managed to be friends/family. We have 50/50 custody! When Brooklynn turned one we decided to try to have a baby ourselves Brooklynn already had another new little brother and she is about to have another one from her mother! She is the best big sister she loves it! We were ready for our own!

We tried for almost a year. In that time and years before I saw numerous doctors explaining my pain. I explained the leg pain to numerous doctors and told them I don’t know how but it’s related to my period they assured me it wasn’t, they would prescribe me naproxen and tramadol and told me I was perfectly fine. One day I woke up with awful pain in my left side that persisted throughout the day. In 1 day I had seen 2 different doctors,  one told me I was fine the other told me I had a cyst rupture on my left ovary. They said its normal it happens your fine go home! That night I was getting dizzy throwing up and in a lot of pain still so my parents took me to the ER! They tested me for an uti?! Even after I told them I had a cyst according to another doctor. The uti was negative they did a transvaginal ultrasound and said they saw blood. I was probably going to start my period soon. They had a follow up appointment I asked to see a certain obgyn a friend of mine used and they set up an appointment with him. The pain continued until I saw him I spilled my heart to this man Dr Richard Naggy! And with no surgery just some weird walks he made me do some pushing and poking on my stomach and what I told him; he said I would bet money you have endometriosis it’s not a sure thing and we would have to do a procedure to find out.

He gave me some info I told him schedule an appointment for the procedure which was November 25, 2014!  Finally the day had come I had done all my research on endo, what they would do in the surgery and what kind of treatment after. My mind was blown! I couldn’t believe that someone finally put a title to something I’ve been unknowingly dealing with for years! It finally made sense me and my boyfriend tried for a year almost to get pregnant and nothing happened! We knew it wasn’t him so obvious all signs point to me. I was so sad and happy and anxious all at the same time! I went under for surgery, and when I woke up this first thing I did was lift up my gown to see my cuts and I saw more than one cut. At that point in time I knew without him telling me that I definitely had this disease. I was fully aware of my surroundings and what it meant to have more than just the cut for the camera. My doctor came in and told me the news. Stage 4 endometriosis and endometrioma, they removed a significant amount of endo, and drained a chocolate tumor on my left ovary (which is what the ER people said was my period starting. Chocolate is a term for dark brown blood) he told me my tumor on my ovary was hemorrhagic and my left ovary had coiled around like the end of a candy wrapper. My first thought is shit. I’m never going to have a child.

They gave me the Lupron shot and sent me home! I think that shot was worse than the surgery and the news of having stage 4 endo all together! I was so tired and had hot flashes constantly! And damn was I a monster! I refused the second dose. I could not handle it! For some Lupron is great and that’s awesome for those of you can handle it because for endo it’s the closest thing to a “cure” we have gotten! At least for 6 months right? But for myself it’s not worth it.

This journey has been hell! The pain, the rejection from doctors, the doctors thinking you’re a pill addict for asking for something stronger than naproxen and tramadol. I’ve known about this disease for 8 months but if my calculation is correct I’ve been dealing with the side effects for roughly 5! 5 years of me telling doctors something isn’t right. I thank God for a diagnosis and finally having that relief of not having to convince someone ever again that I know something isn’t right and being told I was fine just need to “toughen up”.

But I’m also sad. I still haven’t gotten pregnant I will start seeing a fertility specialist in about a month in a half and even that has no promises. We have decided that if all else fails we will do foster care/adoption. Foster care with the intent to adopt.

I think the most important thing to remember with endo is not to let it control your life. I don’t need to toughen up, I know I’m tough! I know some can’t work but for me I think my job is important to continue doing regardless. I will always have pain I can decide to sit and let it control me and not work or live my life or I can get up every day and face this hell with a smile on my face. I fight through the pain! I have a physically demanding but rewarding job. I’m a developmental assistant for mentally handicapped adults in a mental institution for the state of Missouri. Endo will never stop me from doing what I love. Endo will not take over my life!

I will not let this disease win! And neither will you! You have support! It’s physically and emotionally exhausting I know, but it’s not you. Do not let it consume you. The first few months after surgery I threw a pity party, and that’s ok every once in a while. Throw yourself a pity party then get your ass up and go live your life! I know this is long and probably a scattered story. I’m not a writer. This is just my story.

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Amy’s Story as of today 6/12/2015

My first memory of my cramps was when I was just 14 years old. I was on vacation with my family in Florida at my Grandmother’s house. We were there for a fun family vacation. However, my cramps were so bad that my mother insisted that I do a shot of brandy to warm my insides up. I was only 14! That is how my period started and it has continued to affect my life on a constant basis.

It is now 24 years later. I have debilitating cramps twice a month, once for my menstrual cycle and once during my ovulation. When I get my period I am in bed for the majority of the day. If it is a work day I tend to go in late because of how much pain I am in. I have to wait until the heating pad and the mix of drugs I take to control the pain kick in. I lay and cry every month wondering why me. Even writing about it, I can feel how blinding the pain feels. It is like a wave of pain coming over me. I can tell when it is about to start with little pangs of something inside saying “get ready, I’m coming”… And it does, usually with a vengeance and always worse than the previous month.

I never met anyone who had cramps like I did. I remember going to so many OBGYN’s over the years and never having a connection with any of them. I would ask for something to stop the pain. All I would get was to take 2 Advil. The best was when I asked one of the doctors if birth control would help and she looked at me and said “if you wanted this you could have asked for it right away”, as if I was making up the reason as to why I wanted pills in the first place. I was totally disgusted and felt I would never get any help. The fact is these doctors I went to had never thought about listening to me and looked at me as if I was faking as if I just wanted pills or something other than to be pain free.

Finally in October 2006 my mother said, “I know you like a woman OBGYN, but maybe you should really try mine. He is very nice and caring”. So, off I went to my mother’s OBGYN. Well, he was a miracle worker from my first appointment. We sat in his office and talked for a few minutes before anything. He tilted his head at me saying he understood. That was a first! He did a little exam and said I believe you have endometriosis. He said he would like to do a little procedure called a laparoscopy as soon as possible. Within 6 weeks I had my first lap procedure in December 2006. It went well except one of my arteries snapped mid procedure and he had to do a little extra cutting to sew the artery. I stayed in the hospital to be looked at over for the night. However, it was confirmed I was riddled with endometriosis lesions and scar tissue everywhere. My recovery took a bit longer due to the mishap. I was relieved when I did get my first period it was nowhere near the pain of my past one.

I soon went on Lupron and had every side effect that is listed with the use of this medication. Hot flashes were awful; it would almost feel as if I had bugs crawling on me when one was coming on. Depo seemed to work the best for my pain and keeping the endo symptoms at bay.

Unfortunately my miracle doctor retired but lucky enough for me his replacement was a young, gentle nurturing old soul type of woman. She listened. I remember my first meeting with her where she hopped up on the counter in the examination room and just let me vent and chatted with me for almost an hour.

I was married in September 2009. My husband Rey and I were talking about having kids in the future and we started talking about coming off of everything for my body to adjust. We didn’t need to chat about it too long.

In October 2009 I took myself to the emergency room because I could not even walk. I thought I was having appendicitis! I had a few tests run and sure enough it was a mass endometrioma that was the size of a grapefruit causing severe pain and the fear of losing the functionality of one of my ovaries. The ER OBGYN was so concerned he said “if you do not have this removed within 48 hours I will personally operate on you myself”. He was serious and yet had such a great bedside manner and I felt comfortable with him and understood the severity of the issue. This immediately put fear into me and made me realize how severe my disease actually was.

The next day I made arrangements with my OBGYN for surgery and I was on the operating table within 36 hours. Within that time my endometrioma grew to the size of a volleyball! Luckily it was not attached to anything and was just a mass sitting happy behind my uterus and ovaries. Once again, that same day surgery turned into 3 days in the hospital this time due to a low white blood cell count. After surgery I started on Nuvaring. Oh boy, was that an experience and one that I do not want to talk about. I was only on that until January of 2010 because we were going to start to have a family.

Also in January 2010 my insurance changed and my doctor who I loved was no longer covered under my plan. Feeling anxious about finding another OBGYN that I felt comfortable with, I reached out to the OBGYN I had met in the emergency room and wouldn’t you know it he was in my plan!

Under his guidance I started getting tested for any potential fertility issues. My first test was the horrid HSG where I found out that I had a blocked fallopian tube. This was hard to hear because I was 32 at the time and knew my window of becoming pregnant was closing every year. My husband and I chatted with my doctor and discussed what we were going to do. We were told to try naturally for the next few months. We tried and we got nowhere with conceiving. I also had ultrasounds every 3 months to be sure of no more growths.

We went back to my doctor in June 2011 to discuss one of my follow up ultrasounds. Unfortunately, he was away on vacation and we had to discuss this with his covering doctor, who, like many others before, had no idea what I was going through. It was the first time my husband understood how cruel some doctors could be. She said “Well I guess you should start fertility treatments”.

In July 2011, after almost 1 ½ years of us trying to conceive naturally and having to deal with my periods getting worse and worse every month, we started going to a fertility clinic. We sat with the doctor and he explained that with endometriosis it is almost a waste of time to try to do IUI. Of course our insurance plan covers IUI and not IVF.

Our first try with IUI was in September of 2011. My husband and I had fun with the whole thing. It was something we had to go through and we made the best of it. The chlomid was awful and I once again started getting those awful hot flashes. We kept focusing on the end result. A positive pregnancy test. However, we did not get a positive test but a big fat negative. It is amazing how all the hype you have instantly turns to the greatest fall ever with one phone call. We waited a cycle and tried it again in November of 2011 with the same phone call with the result of a negative. It was the holidays and my husband and I spoke about it and decided to not try again until after the holidays and then sit down and figure out the next step.

All of a sudden February 2012 was upon us. One morning, once again I woke up in excruciating pain and decided I could not take it anymore. I called my doctor and was so happy, even though he had moved practices, he was still in my plan. We made an appointment for that week. The reason why I love my doctor so much is how he works with his patients. I was called into his office and chatted with him about life and what had been going on. He said he was thinking about me because he just came back from a conference where the main topic was endometriosis and “Padma from Top Chef was there”. He was rambling on and on about the whole experience. I was thrilled that I had an appointment with him shortly after such a conference. He recommended another lap procedure to be done the following week. So here I was scheduling another surgery for this incurable disease. The next week we chatted before going into surgery about trying to clear my blocked tube and clean me up… Good as new!

The surgery went well. He was amazed at how bad my insides were. Everything was glued together from scar tissue and endometrioma lesions. He cleaned up all that he could and tried to unblock my fallopian tube. He also noticed that my other tube was also now blocked.

I went home to recover and waiting to go back to see him the following week for my follow-up appointment. It was then I saw the pictures, my jaw dropped at how inflamed and horrible my insides were. I am so thankful for the doctor to get me cleaned up and alleviate my pain.

Unfortunately the elephant in the room was that now I don’t have the function of either fallopian tube. The only option for us at this point was IVF. With our doctors recommendations we were off to search for the best doctor with a comfortable price since this is now all going to be out of pocket.

The fact that I am a woman and have the right to being a mother, my body created to do so and I couldn’t without the help of science didn’t matter to me. It is the lack of insurance, the lack of help for insurance is what bothers me. Why do I pay for health insurance for them to deny me, a woman, to have a baby because I don’t have working fallopian tubes? This isn’t a cosmetic procedure, but a disease.

In March 2012 my husband and I went to a few doctors and found the one we liked with a very personable staff. I feel that is almost more important that the doctor in a way. The amount of time you will spend in the doctor’s office you will want to be surrounded by staff that help guide you and can answer every question. No question off limits!

We decided to go for it. We were going to start all the fertility drugs in April, the following month. IVF is a science game. There are no ways to make sure it works. It still is a law of averages that you must be willing to accept. The 3 weeks leading up to the pregnancy tests were busy – doctor’s office every other day, shots everyday then multiple shots per day, procedures and pills. We did everything we had to. However, that call, that most anticipated call, was the biggest blow to us ever. I thought I would keep it together. No way! I lost it. It was the first time I have ever felt that my broken body is what is causing all of this. All the while, my husband, the kind and sweet and loving man he is, sits there, looks at me and says “You are not broken, you have a disease that is why this is happening, it isn’t you as a person”. Just a week out of that phone call, we were back in my favorite OBGYN’s office talking about what he thinks we can do. His positivity exudes from him saying it will happen. As we leave his office, we know we are ready to try it again.

And we did, in July 2012. This time we went back to our old ways of having fun with it all. We were hiding it from everyone not wanting the pressures from others. So we would run off into the bedroom for shots while company was in the other room. The best one was in the parking lot of a Furthur concert in Brooklyn, my hubby shooting me in the leg while laughing at what we are actually doing. We felt that there were probably more drugs going on in the parking lot then in our car at that moment.

The positive result of this cycle was we had 5 embryos. We implanted 2 and froze 3. That is the only positive that came from it. Well, that and the liquid lunch where we escaped our reality for a bit. I’m not really sure where we will go from here. We do have 3 frozen embryos, but not sure if I can mentally do it again.

Unfortunately, the last appointment I had with my favorite OBGYN, felt like many others I had previously, with no help in sight. That was November of 2013.

In February of 2014, I was lucky to find another OBGYN. He was very sweet and reminded me of my first experience with the doctor who got me. I was happy to have someone in my corner again.

In 2014, I went to a specialist in robotics surgery, my OBGYN referred him, not because he was an endo specialist but he was good at the surgery. I was so displeased with this Dr’s attitude and lack of empathy. I felt like he was doing me a favor for seeing me. I was literally crying in his office, he was one of those cruel people who don’t know endo and thought a hysterectomy was my only choice for a “cure”. I was in tears when I called my husband about it. By the time I reached my husband’s office, he was on the phone with Sabrina from Dr K’s office. The doctor is an endo specialist in NYC. She was so helpful of what we needed to do and how she would be in our corner as far as fighting our insurance company for coverage. I was in a much better mind frame after lunch.

That very evening, I had the honor of going to The Blossom Ball to volunteer, this event was hosted by Padma Lakshimi and her Dr, Dr Seckin. It was amazing, so many people supporting the endometriosis cause and I met a lot of fancy shcmancy people. SO with Endo girls all around me I felt empowered to do what I needed to do.

We waited until April of 2014 to make an appointment with Dr K, he does excision surgery and the initial visit, since not covered by insurance is a 100% out of pocket cost. We felt very comfortable with him and he really understood the disease and knew what needed to be done. His office administrator also knew her role in getting the surgery approved with insurance.

So here I was June 2014, getting yet another surgery, this time with a true specialist of the disease to excise ALL OF IT. I woke up from surgery and the results were very good, they removed all of it. I was diagnosed as a stage III of IV stages. Now the trick was to not get it back. I quit caffeine (which is a trigger) immediately and have not turned back to it to this day.

On my most recent follow-up with Dr K, in January 2015, I was diagnosed with adenomyosis, this is where the inner lining of your uterus breaks through the muscle wall of the uterus. Nothing you can do to fix it other than removing the entire uterus. Such is life I guess.

As of June 2015, I feel good. I am currently on birth control to control my hormones and to stop my periods from being so awful. It has helped some. I am sure I have a long road with my endometriosis, but I embrace it as there is nothing else I can do … other than help others. That is what I intend to do!

I must say that if I did not have the love and support by first of all my husband, who has been with me since before the very first surgery, I would be lost. He continually supports me and understands how bad my body feels during my cycle. My family has been so supportive and my amazing network of friends. I am happy to say I am not alone in my disease but everyone in my life is also affected by it. I thank all of them for being there as my support team and understanding what happens to me.

Thanks for reading –

Amy Montes de Oca

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