A Poem To My Surgeon

I was inspired to write this poem after watching the documentary Endo What? Click on the trailer below to watch, and then share with others to help spread the love. 

My name is Bridie, my disease is endometriosis

Your name is Dr Iftikar, you disease is oblivi-osis

You may be qualified, experienced and able

But that does not mean, you are the right man on my operating table

5 surgeries in, and you tell me your tired of seeing me in…

I come round from my surgery and your looming over me

Telling me unexpectedly, that my only options are pregnancy, or a hysterectomy…

Just give me a minuet while I let this sink in…

OK, so Im 30… single… and freaking out

No man to shack up with, no healthy womb to rent out

My thoughts obsess on finding true love and it all working out

Me, my baby, my love and no endometriosis

We ride off into the sunset with a positive prognosis

But February has arrived and no baby inside…

That mile stone came so fast

Dr Iftikar… I think I have failed your task

The year you gave me to get up the duff or face my womb being removed from me

Is looming in my face…

And I am left feeling like a female disgrace…

1 year, 12 months, 365 days you said

But clocks ticked, loves left, and emotions became dead

But hang on..

Whats this? 

You Dr Ifticar have miss informed me

My options were not only pregnancy or face a hysterectomy…

I feel cheated, abused and bruised by you

The year I spent feeling consumed by pressure to conceive and negativity

…I ow it all to you

I say to you Endo Sisters to watch Endo What and stop feeling used

It will empower you to read up, clean up, and improve your mood

For you are your own Endo specialist

For you are your own body specialist

For you are your own life specialist

This medical miss treatment has got to stop

For we women who suffer from endo, are not a surgery one stop shop

Listen to us, work with us, and help us to live our lives

For this disease is less powerful if we are enabled to thrive

So to you Dr Iftikar

I write this poem

I do not blame you, but ask you to realise and reverse your medical wrong doing

Be part of the change, and medical suture

Join our Endo movement and contribute to our future