Help Katie Recover from Surgery!

A year ago, my life began to turn upside down when my endometriosis suddenly became too much to handle.

I was bleeding heavily for over six weeks. I was in and out of the emergency room. I had test after test done. I had several appointments with local doctors who either refused to treat me, or couldn't do anything for me.

I've had several ultrasounds. Blood work. I've tried this medication and that medication. I spent entire days or nights in the ER, hoping and praying for relief.

I saw doctor after Doctor. One doctor basically refused to even listen to me and what I was going through. I point blank asked him if he would do surgery, he said no.

The next Doctor I saw put up several unnecessary roadblocks, making it clear that she had no intention of helping me. She also told me over the counter pain meds would be enough for my pain.

It never came.

It got worse.

I was unable to work. I couldn't keep up with school. I had day after day where I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't get out of bed.

Endometriosis also stole my social life. Most days, I have to sleep before work and then come straight home because I'm so exhausted.

A couple of months ago, I called and made an appointment with a new doctor. I was hesitant. I was anxious. I was preparing myself for the worst.

Instead, I walked out of that appointment knowing I had a doctor who was going to help me. I finally had a game plan. I had someone who LISTENED to me.

We talked surgery plans. I got to talk to my surgery coordinator, who is amazing and so kind and caring.

I had two dates to pick from. August 5th was my first choice because I'd be able to go back to work at the end of the month.

I got news today (July 21), that the date had moved. The surgery calendar at the hospital filled up too fast. I had been telling everyone I was going in on August 5th.

I'm worried about it. I'm anxious. I cried and cried this morning after the news.

This new date means I am going to be off of work for a over a month. It is not something I planned for. It is a relief that I'm finally getting surgery, but now I'm faced with the fear and burden of not working for a over a month.

I have bills to pay. I have groceries that I need. I'll have to help with gas for everyone helping me to/from surgery and follow up appointments.

I didn't plan for 4-6 weeks off of work. I don't have the funds to deal with that. It's now an expense that I didn't plan on. I don't have enough back up saved to do this.

If you know me, you know I hate asking for help. I'm stubborn. I love helping others but asking for help for myself? It's hard.

Right now, I need you. I need your love. I need your encouragement. I need your support.

The money I raise will mean that I have money for bills. It means I have enough for whatever groceries I'll need. It means I will have the funds to get whatever post op supplies I may need that I currently don't have. It means I can give family members gas money for when they need to take me to/from the hospital, follow up appointments, the pharmacy, etc. It means that if I need it, I have extra to use in case of an emergency.

Any way you can help me, money wise or not, would mean the world to me right now. I cannot do this without your love, support and encouragement.