When bad news ends in a miracle

When I was 17 years old, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, a stay-at-home mum. This was pretty unusual even 20 years ago when us girls were encouraged to have a career of our own. And a career I had, as a Primary School teacher. I tunnelled my love for children into my students and it was great. I just knew that I could never combine this super demanding job with being a parent. The only way I was able to be a great teacher, was by making it my life. So, at some point, it was going to be one or the other. I always joked that I wanted 12 kids, 4 of my own, 4 foster and 4 adopted. To me, this sounded like a dream.

It took me until my early thirties, after I had left my job as a teacher, that I met the man with whom I wanted to have children. I followed him from Amsterdam, where we met and I was living, to Perth. A little over two years later we got married and were ready to start a family. Soon after I fell pregnant, but the day after we found out, I lost it. Then my period became all over the place and something seemed off. I had always had painful periods but was always able to somewhat function. The pain would stop me in my tracks now and then, but I could handle with over the counter meds. 

On our honeymoon though, things had already started to change. It was the first time over the counter medication didn’t work and I was left in bed crying for a day. And my period pain kept increasing to the point where the GP started to prescribe me heavier pain medication. She also ordered some tests and they found a large cyst which needed to be removed. I was referred to King Edwards and seen a couple of months later. The gynaecologist I saw was the first one to tell me he thought it might be endometriosis. And he was right. He found two large endometriomas on both ovaries and endometriosis lesion and tissue