My name is Rachel Cohen and I am a 30 year old mother of two from New York. Before I was diagnosed with the debilitating and trauamatic disease of ENDOMETRIOSIS I would have called myself a pretty wonderful wife and mother. I was upbeat, energetic, and loving, with unending patience and an indomitable passion for being a mother. Playing with my kids was second nature, along with going to work daily, keeping the house clean and neat, cooking, and supporting my husband in every way I could while he made his way through psychology school.
Looking back at the mother, wife, and all around person that I was back then fills me with sadness as I compare her with the person I am now. Endometriosis has taken away every positive part of that woman. Due to the pain, fatigue and nausea I experience daily, along with a multitude of other symptoms, I have a fraction of the energy I once had. I can barely cook anymore, cleaning the house has become an insurmountable task, and I had to quit my job almost two years ago because I could not work while dealing with the effects of endometriosis. And while I will always love my husband and children with every ounce of my being, I can no longer be the wife and mother that they deserve. Instead of playing with them, the best I can do now is to watch them play. If they are lucky, I am able to play a game with them while sitting on the couch. I don't remember the last time I played ball or tag with them.
It breaks my heart that my children have memorized a sentence that comes out of my mouth constantly: "please just wait until my medicine kicks in, then I might be able to..." What is a normal about a mother whose children know that she is dependent on medication in order to perform normal, everyday activities? The other day my daughter unkowingly made me cry when she began wobbling around on a stick she found on the ground while she said, "look, I'm Mommy and I have a cane!"
While other children have mothers that take them to doctors, and make sure they feel well, my children have been with me to many doctors, visited me in many hospitals, and have even tried to take care of me by bringing me water and pillows. It just doesn't seem right.
And yet, despite all this sadness, there is a light in my future. The doctors at the Center for Endometriosis Care (CEC) have agreed that despite the numerous doctors who have told me that I no longer have endometriosis and cannot be helped, they believe I still have it growing in my body and are willing to remove it. The doctors at the CEC are the best of the best when it comes to endometriosis, and although there is no cure for endometriosis, their success rate for removal of the endometriosis is extremely high. Their decision to take me on as a patient is a beacon of hope that I had given up on seeing again.
But I need all of your help to get me there. The surgery is in Atlanta, Georgia, and my insurance does not cover any of it. I need to raise an enormous amount of money in a very short amount of time or they will cancel the surgery. I ask of you to please help me raise this money by donating ANY amount that you can. Every single dollar is appreciated. Please help me get my life back. Please help my children get their mommy back!!