Showing posts with label michelle middleton endometriosis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label michelle middleton endometriosis. Show all posts

Friday, 20 November 2015

"See you in six months"

See You in Six Months

It’s been a little while since my last blog, maintaining the balance of a busy lifestyle and battling ill health leaves little room for the things I actually enjoy, thinking space and putting pen to paper is a luxury.

Recently I had a ‘Supra Ganglion Hypo Gastric Block’, which involved big needles and my spine (enough detail I think) in the hope of improved pain management, for at least a few weeks. It’s my third injection and it’s not in any way a cure, but an attempt towards an improved quality of life, if only temporary. It’s a tool, one of many, used to combat the pain of Endometriosis.


It was an exhausting procedure, in the hands of a fantastic pain management team, and it took all of my energy to lay still and not panic whilst the surgeon inserted needles deep inside my back and pelvis. Laying in recovery, gratefully nibbling hobnobs and drinking (a little less gratefully) some questionable tea, I was presented with the infamous (yet well meaning) phrase “see you in 6 months”.


Six months is a long time, yet somehow is a golden period of time to “see how things are” or “let things settle”; or between referrals from GP to consultation. When I say ‘a long time’, it cannot be underestimated how long six months feels when you’re in pain and struggling.
In the void of time between opportunity to be heard and understood, it can feel like torture when there is no support or after care to ask those other pertinent questions “how are you? Are you OK? Do you need help?”  Support is out there, but how do you know if no-body signposts you.

Last year (I'm not afraid to admit) I took the ‘ , which is the questionnaire that the GP thrusts upon you when it becomes apparent that you may not be coping; the results of my screener was unsurprisingly indicative of depression, that the quality of my life is greatly affected by constant pain and fatigue, that when I say “I'm struggling, I need help” I really do. A well-meaning and enthusiastic GP embraced the opportunity to refer me towards psychological support, a much welcomed and ultimately invaluable service signposted to me 8 years into my diagnosis, a little over-due one might suggest.

It would be a good time to consider the 'Endometriosis Pain Cycle' at this point, bearing in mind the long waiting times for diagnosis and the sparseness of appointments; like a classic pain cycle there is a connection between pain, low mood, anxiety, inactivity and fatigue , however there are many more factors to be considered too which are specific to Endometriosis. How to explain that living with Endometriosis and its associated symptoms can affect all aspects of one’s life, how to demonstrate that even Superman with his cast iron will and laser beam eyes, could be forgiven if he suddenly had enough of being super and hung up his cape, Endometriosis does that, it takes away what makes you ‘YOU’; it’s like kryptonite draining energy and stealing your life force. 

                                               The Endometriosis Chronic Pain Cycle


Six months was the wait, in between a few phone calls and letters , that’s half a year waiting for emotional support post-scream for help, feeling dizzy as I pedal round and round the ‘cycle of Endometriosis chronic pain’ (does that count as exercise). Physical and emotional pain does not suspend itself politely whilst you wait for appointments; symptoms persist, intensify, and this can make the wait unbearable as help is suspended like a dangling carrot just out of reach.

The dangling carrot boils down to potentially 10 minutes, a small nugget of time where you have to release months of pent up frustrations and hope that within the tears and emotions you relay your symptoms and ultimate needs in an appropriate way. Even I, seasoned and knowledgeable, am totally useless in consultations and I often kick myself that somehow I didn't manage to convey my ‘case’ in a clear way, instead I retreat within myself hoping the medical professional is a proficient mind reader. I kick myself because the opportunity for hope could be lost or postponed for another 6 months because I didn't say the right thing.

My experience of appointments, during these years, have been mixed; on one hand I have had first class care with understanding and clear ways forward (like sunbeams on a stormy day); yet on the other hand I have had to fight as lack of knowledge and even worse dismissal is the shadow that threatens each appointment. This uncertainty causes anxiety.
It’s almost like going to court, symptom diary under one arm, presenting your case to the judge and jury, fighting for a diagnosis (7 years is an appalling statistic for average diagnosis ), navigating the treatment plan, hoping for understanding ; the consultation is a pivotal part of everyone’s Endometriosis journey.

In my experience, it is about time more was offered in regards to the interim, a post-surgical “see you in six months” isn't good enough, there is nothing within the land of limbo other than fend for yourself and hope you find some support from somewhere which is appropriate. As a patient, I have to accept that for 363 days a year I am technically on my own fighting a disease that can cause pain and fatigue 24 hours. a day, every day; so as such, I must acknowledge the absolute importance of my own potential in taking control of the management of my illness, with the help and input of the medical services that I have the privilege to access, however limited it feels; and beyond this with complementary therapies and mindfulness, and the support of others (support groups are vital).

Ultimately, I have to take ownership 365 days a year, and bring in all I know to help me achieve the optimum quality of life that I deserve. It is about choices, about being brave, about reaching out to others (via Endometriosis UK) and gathering knowledge and information, bridging the gap between appointments, and ensuring all the expertise that is available to me is harnessed and not squandered; so when that next appointment arises I am not only a patient, I am an expert patient, fully prepared, and making involved and informed choices about my healthcare pathway.


                                             www.endometriosissupportgroup.co.uk

For more information about Endometriosis visit https://www.endometriosis-uk.org/

Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Endo-belly ... the cruellest irony?

I may as well kick any self-preserving dignity out the window, (of which after the amount of gynae appointments I've had there is very little left anyway), and be absolutely honest about something which I find incredibly embarrassing.

I would like to dedicate this blog to my wayward belly; or rather to the enigma that is the "Endo-Belly" as it's fondly known within the many online Endometriosis communities.

                                    Definition courtesy of Google


Bloating is a very real symptom associated with Endometriosis, a controlled study in 2009 by the NCBI* concluded that, 

"Painful abdominal bloating appears to be common in women with Endometriosis and causes considerable symptomatic distress ... as 96% of the women studied suffered with measured bloating that was both painful and emotionally distressing" 

As a support group leader, this is a symptom that gets all the ladies nodding in sisterly agreement, bonding over distended waistlines, sharing stories of discomfort, and embarrassment, with a gratefulness at finding 'others' who know how it feels (after no doubt spending years feeling that they were the 'only one').

I have taken to photographing my belly; even though I find it hard, as a way of proving to my GP that 'it happens', I feel that using the word 'bloated' is not enough, I am MORE than bloated ... I am uncomfortable to the point of agony as my belly grows itself towards a neighbouring postcode, I am miserable, and I am looking for a reason, and ultimately for an end to this embarrassing symptom.

There is as standard, the GP's obligatory finger-point towards IBS, (something I have had for many years too), which often precedes an Endometriosis diagnosis. However, IBS is symptomatically similar only in part, yet many women struggle to break out from their initial IBS diagnosis, which adds to the average, (and unforgivable) diagnosis time of seven years for women living with Endometriosis.


I don't go swimming, or wear fitted clothes, and a looming sense of horror fills me as summer approaches as it's the season of unforgiving, skimpy clothes, and the echoes of that dreaded "Congratulations...." start ringing in my ears.


                                                                       My Endo-Belly

My mountainous Endo-belly has resulted in numerous exclamations of, "when's the baby due?, asked by embarrassed well-wishers, who naively and thoughtlessly congratulated me on my bloated tummy. I have been congratulated so enthusiastically that I actually felt guilty for spoiling the fun; I have been guilty of deepening the horror further by pointing out that the only living thing inside me is possibly a tape worm! (Which may burst out at any-time like a scene out of Alien).

I am used to those discreet side glances in the playground as the wind catches my tent like top, and I have become best of friends with my jeggings, pulled so high that even Simon Cowell would blush! My bloat friendly wardrobe consists of clothes ranging from my 'normal' size 12, to a forgiving size 18; all because my belly has a life of its own. Hard and round; demanding to be seen, first thing in the morning, or last thing at night; there is no reasoning to my mysterious yo-yo belly.

Having to apologise for NOT being pregnant is both heart wrenching and embarrassing, and it demonstrates how living with Endometriosis has many side effects and psychological implications, which effect both personal well-being, and self-confidence.

If I know one thing, it's that it is never OK to congratulate a woman on being pregnant unless you know for certain that she is in bloom. However, being offered, a seat on a packed train simply on the grounds of serious belly-bloating is a bitter-sweet silver lining to what is an uncomfortable cloud.


This has a massive effect on the way I feel about my body, how I dress, how confident I feel in my own skin as a woman, especially when heavens forbid I have to get naked and be sexy. I can't even remember what sexy feels like. For me these moments are like taking a fumble in the dark with a beech-ball in the middle; the sensualities of my tum were long abandoned the moment I could use my belly as a shelf for carrying things.


Then comes the cruellest irony. Many women battle with infertility as a result of how endometriosis has ravaged their reproductive anatomy. They are also tormented by the way their bodies bloat and contort in such a way that people mistake them to be pregnant. In the past I have even bought a pregnancy test because when looking at my own reflection in the mirror I could not be sure that I wasn't expecting, I was seduced by the temptation, if only momentarily, to look at my body in the mirror, to caress my bump and to fantasise about "what if I was"?

Daydreams like these are often left unspoken, incredibly private moments, that inevitably lead to the realities of, "if only I was".

Endometriosis has a lot to answer for, it hits us hard not only physically, but it also impacts our lives detrimentally with the emotional and psychological burden which it carries with it. We are however, fighting back as we are connecting and finding awareness, comfort and support via online support groups. For so long I have hidden my 'Endo-belly' away, but recently I tentatively shared it online within the 'Yorkshire Endometriosis Chat' Facebook group , hoping to find others who understood ... To my surprise others began posting their belly pictures too; it seems that I am not alone and that brings me untold comfort,  I am normal, I am understood, and that is why I have dedicated this blog to my belly, so that others might also find comfort in knowing that they are not alone. The belly might be winning a few battles, but if we stick together and support each other, I know that we will win this war!

Written by Michelle Middleton
Endometriosis Support Group Leader
Co-Founder of the Endometriosis Primrose Ball



For more information about the support group 
www.endometriosissupportgroup.co.uk/

For more information about the main UK charity 
www.endometriosis-uk.org

* Study can be found http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/"20085682"
Abdominal bloating: an under-recognized endometriosis symptom"