December 2013, a month I am sure never to forget for several reasons. One of them being the alien assassins that reside in my womb; little tumors called fibroids.
On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain was at 99. When it got to a 100, I prayed and blacked out. Not that I wasn’t praying before. But at this point my throat was sore from moaning, groaning and screaming, I was exhausted and the University Hospital (UHWI) doctors were doing absolutely nothing to deal with my symptomatic fibroid issue. And when I say nothing, I mean diddly squat!
The pain, not discomfort, started 4:30 that evening. By midnight, I was at the hospital and no one had stuck me full of voltaren, Motrin, Morphine or with any kind of painkiller to kill this alien assassin in my tummy. I suffered through eight hours of torturous pain and I was not in labor; even though, I would have felt better, emotionally, if I was. I was barely conscious and death was not paying me a visit either, so I knew I would be living through this traumatic ordeal…..
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Check out her book Fibroids: The Alien Assassins in My Body
In this testimonial, Denise shares intimate details from her childhood through to adulthood. She discusses, how fibroids or as they are also called myomas, fibromyomas, or leiomyomas, have affected her daily life and the adjustments that she was forced to make. After reading this book, women will become more informed about a disease that affects 80 percent of women; while making life miserable for one in four.
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