I found my purpose!

Well I completed my first week at my new job! I must say its a lot to learn (shipping/receiving). But I feel so good about it. From the minute I was referred for this job, to the interview, to now working there, I have had nothing but good vibes! I have finally found my purpose, my meaning. It is so great to be in an office and working with 10-20 people a day versus 1,000 (retail)! What’s also nice is I can relate a lot with the woman training me since she has gone through ivf and failed fertility treatments as well as marriage trouble. I feel for her greatly! But it is nice to be able to talk to someone and have them understand exactly what I’m going thru and vice versa. It is so hard for people to understand what you’re going thru and it feels like it’s just you in this big old world feeling this way… So when you start to meet people that are just like you, it’s a relief. 

I feel like my life is damn near complete right now. Good job, great husband, and financially digging ourselves out. It’s good to feel good. 

Life as I know it

Well, it’s been about a year since I last posted. I’m a little over a year post hysterectomy and a lot has changed since then. I have literally went through hell and back.. and still trying to figure things out. Basically, I am very thankful that I had the surgery to help my endometriosis.. and it has quite a bit.. I still have some pain… more on some days than others. Things were pretty good right after recovery but not long after things went wrong in my life. My husband and I split for a few months while I tried to figure myself out and what I truly wanted. I think realizing that I would never be able to give him kids and all my life plans had suddenly changed I thought maybe it was time to change the direction of my life. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for marriage? Maybe I was never meant to have a family? Maybe I’m different than I was before? So I explored… I cried alot.. I drank alot.. I vomited alot… I starved myself alot.. and above all else I went against all my morals… and I dated someone else. I dropped 20lbs quick and my body image was drastically better but I wasn’t happy. The guy I was seeing was such an asshole… gave me the run around alot.. tried controlling me.. and made me feel like shit. I thought why did I give up my good marriage just to be torn down. Over the years, my husband always said, if you leave, then you leave, I can’t make you stay. So when I asked for a separation, I didn’t expect him to fight much… but boy was I wrong. I thought he had gone crazy… He chased me down.. he bought me flowers.. he begged to come home.. he wrote me letters and it was a side to him that I had never seen before. It really put things into perspective for me. He truly loved me. No one has ever showed me that, to that extent, in my life. Thankfully we were able to work on things.. and it is still a struggle because he still feels I could leave at any moment which isn’t the case. But in a way this experience has humbled me, I don’t judge so much and I try to understand more because you never know the reasons someone does the things that they do. I struggle with these inner demons because of the cards I’ve been dealt and I know now the fight is very much worth it. Don’t let anyone come between you and your partner (as long as you’re in a healthy relationship). During this time my “best friend” was living with us and now I can look back and see the negative influence he had on me as well as the other people I had in my life. It was horrible.

Through this experience, I have also lost my relationship with my mom. My mom has always been my best friend so to no longer speak to her is very hard. She met someone, who she had previously been with some 17 years ago, and within 2 months of “dating” they married. I chose to support her, even though I had many doubts about her new partner I’ll call “M”. M tends to manipulate my mom in many ways which I am not ok with. M has a good career and makes pretty good money, can go on multiple vacations and do much more than my mom could do on her own. It plays a big role in things. M tends to be jealous and controlling… not only did my relationship with my mom go down the drain but so did my mom’s relationship with her very close friends and family. It’s rather sad.. and makes me extremely angry… My mom finally pushed me to say what I was feeling and I pretty much exploded on her and M… I basically feel that M brings so much negativity into my life I don’t want that around me. I’m at a point that I need people that want to grow in life instead of tearing people down. My mom can choose to be in it but I will not. SO… I have had almost no contact with my mom in 3 months. She couldn’t even give me the respect to talk with me in private without M around… so I kinda see where things stand. I’ll let her make that move… because now I know who my family is.. who loves me… who supports me.. and who always will. Ultimately it’s my husband. He has been there since day one.. and 6years later… he is still here standing proudly by my side, mistakes and all. This shall catch ya up so far… I will continue to update more later… It’s been a rollercoaster but I’m hanging on for the ride!

Post Op, Oh No..

So since having hysterectomy in November.. things haven’t gone “smoothly”. Went for my post op today and I had some complaints about not being able to pee, constant itching, and high liver numbers from blood test 2 weeks ago.

Well Dr checked, I’m not passing urine.. my bladder is “lazy”. He is puzzled as to how this happened especially so far out from surgery. So they had to catheterize me to release the urine and catheter won’t come out til Tuesday after they fill my bladder with fluid and see if I can pass it on my own. If I can’t, catheter goes back in and on to the urologist.

Next thing is Liver enzymes. I had my blood work done again.. if my liver numbers are still high then I’m on to a hepatologist. I’ve had elevated liver enzymes in the past.. but not as high as they currently are and not in so many areas. With a family history of liver disease/complications/transplants, my Dr and I are very concerned.

Just when I thought it was over.. it’s really just begun. Oh, and.. don’t forget all these damn medical bills that I haven’t even touched and now building even more. I need a break! 😦

Miracles do happen

Today, while at the hospital getting blood work for possible anemia (all came back ok) I overhead a woman talking while holding her newborn child. She was explaining to another woman how her newborn baby girl was her miracle baby. She became pregnant with her now newborn 1 year after having partial removal of both tubes and having them tied. Pregnancy only happens to approximately 5 out of 1,000 women after the 1yr mark. She was shocked and stunned but instantly thought it was a tubal… she went to the ER and they confirmed she was 6 weeks with a healthy pregnancy implanted within the uterus. Her due date was Dec 26 and she came a week early. During her C-section the Dr confirmed that her tubes grew completely back and the little “hairs and fingers” of the tubes reattached to the ovary.

For me, this confirms in life, that miracles do happen. If something is meant to be, it will happen. I was not so fortunate but there are so many that are and I am grateful for that. I was secretly overjoyed for this mom. I’m starting to think that maybe just maybe, my bitterness towards pregnant women is improving. I have noticed since having my hysterectomy nearly 5 weeks ago my outlook has changed. I’m maturing, I’m growing, I’m stronger and I’m becoming a better person. I’m closing one chapter, opening a new one. I can be very “black and white” when it comes to life and I needed to know that this struggle was over and be done with all the what-ifs or maybes.

Here’s to a better 2015!

xoxo

My poem of Change

I drive around these old dusty roads
Pitch black with only the light of the moon
My mind is somewhere off in space
How did I even make it home tonight?

Every twist and every turn
Is burned into my memory
As the music plays
I relive the past.

I remember the first time, the first time
I drove down this old road
Now all I want
Is to just pick up and leave
Why can’t it be that easy?

A black night
A blue day
Around here
It’s all the same.

Listening to the music as it plays
Although it reflects
Many darker days,
I find truth in it
In so many ways.

“Through the eye
Of the storm
You are never alone
Even through, the shadows
You are never alone”

I’m so close
To the eye of my storm
Down these old back roads
Just to mourn.

My loss,
My strength
The lesson,
The gain
As I seek change
I will always
Grow through the pain.

(Lyrics by Killswitch Engage)
Poem by yours truly.
xoxo

I dream

I dream of getting the news of a newborn baby, of a beautiful babyshower, and shopping for little booties and onesies. One day my dream will come true. Maybe not tonight or 5 years from now. But it’s going to come true. I’m not sure how we will come up with the finances to bring a baby home but I really am determined. Now that I have come to the realization that I will never “give birth naturally” to a baby, I have more strength for the future. This has been so SO hard. I speak through my blog because YOU understand more than almost anyone physically around me. Everyone’s uplifting words, encouragement, and understanding is helping me more than I can express. This next journey in our lives will officially begin Nov 20th with my hysterectomy. It sounds so weird, but I’m looking forward to it. I need the closure. I’m a very realistic person and I CAN accept this because this is my destiny. It will mean the world to me to give a child a good, loving family that they may not of had otherwise. I am thankful for having a WONDERFUL, LOVING husband. We have stayed strong for each other through ALL of our ups and downs. One day our dream will come true. Our family will be complete.

Lost and haven’t been found…

Today I’m really struggling..

Have you ever felt like no one understands you? Or they really don’t care about you? That’s pretty much it for me. I’m not much for pretending to like people when I don’t or giving excuses all the time. And I really feel like it’s just me and absolutely no one gets me. Sometimes I want to just close up and not let anyone in. People ‘Act’ like they care but then ignore me when I decide to open up and talk about what is going on.

Truth is: I’m complicated. VERY complicated. I have experienced far more health issues, loss, and defeat than most 22 year olds ever will. I’m DIFFERENT. My mind doesn’t think about partying, I think about what am I going to do now? Where do I go from here? I don’t work at a job that I like. I’m having a hysterectomy and will never have biological children. I’m in debt due to my medical issues. I don’t like where I live. On top of it all no one understands me. Yes this is all the negative. But I feel defeated. After 5 years of trying for a baby.. and now I’m left worse than when I started. I looked up adoption and it’s going to be $20,000+ to adopt a baby. I don’t have that kind of money, I’ve never had that kind of money. Why does everything have to come with a price? Why can’t it come natural? I’ve worked so hard and nothing has gotten easier. I’m in so much pain today… I tell my friend and I get no reply. Maybe she’s tired of hearing me say it. I know I’m tired of feeling it. I need someone to decode my thoughts and tell me what I need to do.

I love being different and realize that most people couldn’t go through what I’m going through but I want to look forward to every day, not be counting down the minutes for it to end. I hurt more than ever… and it’s just me inside of this shell trying to escape.