Each morning, this momma hen checks on her little endo and adeno chickens on Facebook.
And this morning was different.
I got a live message on Facebook Messenger from a young lady new to knowing she was cursed with endo. She was lost and sad and looking for answers.
Then my phone rang via Messenger.
I put it on speakerphone and I recognised a Melbourne accent right away.
The horses could wait a bit.
I felt I was leading her through a scary forest laden with medical terms and pain.
She wanted to understand her medical report.
“They took out my fu**in’ tyoobe. That’s boolsh**..sorry my language.”
I said “oh honey, that’s okay. Those are some of my favourite words and I think with endo, we get an extra pass.”
“Yes. They had to save your life hun. I’m so sorry.”
Really, she needed the words of a veteran to verify that she wasn’t crazy and had every right to be upset. I gave her a few tools, a map of specialists, what terms mean, and the name of a helpful book.
I later texted, “Go get your favourite treat today and a hot pad and rest.”
I’m not really sure where this will go, but I am here.