Day 266, Counting Sheep and Tramadol...

Endo 365

This blog is a little different- it's not about what is working well for me... Rather what I need to do. A pledge to myself if you like. So I am going to get off my 'Do's and Don't's' pedestal and lay out all my imperfections for you. 

I have four rules for myself to lessen Endo's effects which (being naturally predisposed to rebelling) I don't follow as well strictly as I would want my best friend or sister to. These 'rules' are: 

1) Look after my emotional health, keep me strong and happy- why do you think I go on so many holidays? I draw a lot of strength from them. I am currently writing this blog in Venice looking out onto the grand canal so I am doing well on this front currently. I also make time for myself at uni for coffee alone and doing some exploring in a new place. I don't know why but it's gooood for the soul, especially if it involves water or bargains. And baths. Baths are important for me. 

2) FODMAPS Diet- this contrary to my worries about university lifestyle has been a real success... Because the only food I can eat is that which I buy... Which is only food that I can eat. Don't you love positive cycles? First time for everything! 

3) Exercise. Between the gym and rugby training (yeah you read right) I'm exercising 4/5 times a week which is perfecto for me. And making a difference to the pain. However the irony is that sometimes we are in too much pain or too tired to do this, and do not feel bad for the days you can only exersise the horizontal position; however when I do not want to go or feel like going, is when I benefit most from the enforphins afterwards. 

4) Sleep. Ah sleep. You illusive tease. You bitter sweet essential. I am being very naughty at the moment and burning the candle at both ends and I may as well be eating a tub of gluten infused dairy having not left my sofa for days thinking about how awful my life is. This is what I need to sort out. And ironically, with some treatments such as GNrH, insomnia becomes a side effect. This is why it is good to be as diciplined and in a routine...

Due to my lecture/ seminar times/ working in an office on the days off I don't have my lectures/ seminars (why can't I just be normal for once?) I get no Chance to catch up on sleep, contrary to the images supposed of students who just lie in bed all day watching netflicks and eating pot noodles drinking lambrini as it is officially one-of-your-five-a-day-because-it's-grape-juice-k? 

Right now  I can hear my mother saying 'why don't you just go to bed earlier?'

Well mother, because I'm a student now, and have shit to do. For example, socialise. Or catch up on Downton. Or spend time with my flat. Or go dance. Or work. Or socialise. And then because I do this, I get fatigued. 

Now I realise this may sound like a moany blog which is everything my blog is not meant to be. So bare with me oh doubting Thomooose's. 

The reason sleep helps my pain (and most peoples) is because body then has a stronger constitution to battle the pain. Think about it; If you're tired and run down you're always more venrable  to colds (I've had mine 7 weeks and counting now kinda proving my point).  It's the same with pain. Being tired doesn't MAKE pain, however my body feels it more and can't shake it off the same. 

And then because of the pain I can't sleep. Or I take big pills which take away the pain but give me a half hearted nights sleep with weeeeeiiirddd dreams. 

But this really is pitiless ladies and gentlemen because it is within my power to change this. And I will, because I know it helps, and it is a god send of  an easy solution. But  then there is that little voice that does  not want my endo to stop me from enjoying university nights out, or spending time with my friends and gets the great idea that not sleeping is two fingers up at endo. But in this fram of mind, I am too stupid and stubourn to remember that two fingers up at my endo is indeed, two fingers up at myself. Useless. Cutting off your nose to spite your face my girl. 

So hear is the middle ground, Ima make myself a deal: 

Listen to your body and give yourself the best chance. Know if you're having a late night and busy day to factor in a lazy night, be it in bed catching up with MIC or having the gals over for a pot of earl grey and chocolate. 

It is all apart of the thing I and most women with endo are not very good at doing: beingg kind to yourself and giving yourself permition to slow down; knowing you limits. 

It is infuriating and hard to swallow that we have limits influenced by our endo, however ultimately everyone has limits, and if we look after ourselves properly, then the limits stretch, but first we must adhere to them. 

So this is me essentially telling you not what you can do, but what I should do and need to do, and hopefully get you thinking about what enhanses your quality of life too. 

Be proactive, find out what works, then stick to it with as much normality as possible. 

On a brighter note, Venice is very special and refreshingly different. I fly home tomorrow and the sight of a car could well break my heart a little. I love being on  the water, however ended up having to talk myself out of a big ass fine today on the Vapperetto. I had lost my ticket and unfortunatley our boat was unfortunate enough to have a spot check  inspection of tickets... I  panicked  and started speaking  unintelligible made up gobbeldygoop with a few sporadic english words to add to the confusion, giving my biggest puppy dog eyes and playing as innocent and dumb as someone as evil as I can do.  To top it off whilst he was calling his manager, I kicked myself in the shins to make my eyes water and then poof, 90 euro fine diminishes into a 7 euro ticket and it has all  been a good ruse. Why thank you Karma, I now forgive whoever backed into my car and drove off. 

There is an interactive architect/ modern art exhibition in the Giardini; at  Hungry's exhibition you wrote on pegs and left them, like a temporary legacy. This is mine;  

Sweet Dreams, 

AL XXXX

Day 259, Crying in Public Toilets With Happiness...

Endo 365 

I have been in many a weird and wonderful situation, this one, however, this one is up there. 

The point to this blog is a bloody on however cringily poignant for the everyday person.  

As you may know, I had an operation in February excising the endometrium in my naughty tummy. At the same time I had the Marina Coil implanted which has been okay, but I spotted everyday for six months and had a pain attack ever 5 days accompanied with copious amounts of tramadol (weeeeirddd dreams), morphine and bed rest. All in all a fairly unproductive inconvenience for me. So I conceded and took joint treatment (as advised) and am taking the mini pill in-conjunction. 

Now this has worked fairly well; no brake through bleeds and far less frequent pain attacks. Amazing. Perfectly timed for once as I was starting university. 

About three weeks in my body was screaming at me that I needed a break from all the WhoreMoans and so I stopped taking the pill for one week and something magical happend. 

My first proper period in five years. 

It was oddly liberating, like re-starting puberty and I felt the initial smugness I remember ironically, so long ago. 

And what was particularly amazing for me (minus the fatigue and Whoreiffic WhoreMoanal swings) was that I did not end up in hospital... and on top of that... I had next to no pain. 

Me, next to NO pain. 

I very very very rarely surprise myself health-wise. You know what it is like... We know instinctively how our body is going to respond so certain things that the doctors suggest. We know what will work and what will not. We know within minutes whether the pain will pass or whether its going to be a biggie. 

We Alice-the-expert-know-it-all did not anticipate this. 

And do you know what, for the first time ever; it felt so bloody good being wrong. Liberating even. 

Tom and mum take not of those last two sentences as they will never happen again. 

And even though I have been in daily agony since, do you know what it taught me? It is hard to type this with out it bring cringing because this word is so over used, I have never felt it in such a pure sense until I was indeed, crying with happiness in my university toilets; Hope. Thats right, Capitalised Hope. 

This beautiful realisation that my body can in fact, suprise me in a good way is what reduced me to happy tears. I can say I cannot remember whether it has ever done that, but I hope this is not the last time. 

Thankfully my endo has been caught early enough that I should be able to have children, however I have come to the terms with the fact that my side effect are so extreme I felt I absolutely knew I would not be able to naturally cycle and conceive the 'normal way'. I had accepted I would have to conceive via IVF/ have a horrible time of it irregardless. 

However now for the first time, who knows, maybe I'll be proved wrong, again. I Hope so. 

The Hope I have been given is lovely, it is not a lot but I am going to savour it and so should you, wherever you find it. 

And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how I ended up awkwardly crying in public toilets with happiness. 

Last weekend I attended the Endometriosis UK Information day which was a fantastic day and I heard some inspirational stories and some which brought tears to my eyes. 

But it also reminded me that: Endo is an asshole. It can be a life wrecker and it has the potential to break you. Do not let it. Search for the good and although it is so very unfair, and we have days where we cry and are angry, this is our one life cannot be anything but with endometriosis so make the most of it and search for the positives and hope because life is much brighter and better with them than without. 

It doesn't matter who you are and how you deal with your endo, if you are living with it you're an amazing woman of strength, keep going and be an example to yourself. 

Over and out, 

The Cheese Master XXXXXX

p.s email me if you need alice.smith@marriottfarm.co.uk

Day 228, Cherry Picking

Endo 365

A couple of months ago a received a bit of an odd email which if I am honest put me off sharing my blog a little bit, hence why it has been neglected recently. However I have had some very lovely ladies email me to make sure I'm still alive and functioning so this is for you; thank you. I guess in response to the email at the time I wrote this blog and I am going to restart my blog by sharing it with you, its about time I set a few things straight and let you into some secrets.

I am a Cheery Picker; a sales person. I focus on the best things or the most
relevant and put a positive spin on it all. It is in my nature, I am a
survivor and what you read in this blog is an important, but such a small percentage of what composes me.

I choose  in my blog to put the most positive and the relevant things that I
wish to share on the internet for everyone to read, always bearing in mind
that future employers or my grandparents may read it. And that transfers
into my everyday life also. I am aware and very grateful for how good my life is, however there is far more challenges and heart breaks than I allow to be seen in this blog because its not all my stuff to tell, so never assume someone is 'okay' because you only know as much as they are prepared to share- Okay? Lecture over children. Momma loves you. Now go play.

Quite often when I explain to people about my Endo they are genuinely
shocked, as far as they can see there is nothing physically wrong with me, I walk
around full of energy, confidence and idiocy. Because that is me and that is the
impression I want people to have of me. But pending on the situation and
company, I reveal as much or as little as I want to. And I remember the facts
that are important for people to be aware of, and I keep close to me values I do not wish to share either because it is not my place or simply it is unnecissary to do so.

Bear with me, there is a point to this.

You are 80% in control of the impression you give to others. So make it the
best impression. And this applies to yourself and your internal monologue.
If you make simple changes, cherry pick the best things to concentrate on
and think about, change your basic language from neutral like  'how are you?' 'okay' to something positive like 'fantastic'. You begin to cherry pick without realising and thus changing your mindset.

There is far more to my life than will ever be displayed on this blog
because it is irrelevant. My life has been blessed but it has never been
easy, that is why I have conscientiously built my positive and empowering
frame of mind. It is quite simply a survival instinct. You have a choice in life: you either surrender to the chaos, becoming victim to it, or you cherry pick, take control and through strength
of character and will to have a better life (which I believe is in everyone's nature), you are the winner long term. Pre-drug scandal, LanceArmstrong was my hero because of this very reason. His personal philosophies (inspired by Irranaus), revolved around the thinking that evil exists to make you a better, stronger, more driven, kinder, more appreciative and rounded person. And I believe this to be true. Even if he turned out to be a charasmatic lying barstool.

Life if hard enough, things happen in everyone's life that devastate them, but the devistation is relative to their experiences. We never know what will happen in the near or distant future so make the best of the here and the now. It is true that if we were to chuck all of our problems into a pile we would soon take our own back. Because we know that even with those worries and strife's, the world continues to turn and there remains 24 hours in a day. We are still surviving and living and laughing and crying even if we lay worried at night- the point is we survive and supass the daily worries because we just do... And the truth is, no matter how heart
shatteringly awful something is, it will not change those facts. The world will continue to spin, we will continue to respire, and there will remain 24 hours in the day.

We have one life, most of which is out of our control. So the things you do have
control over; grab by the flipping neck and give yourself the best possible
chance because nothing and nobody else will.

Cherry Pick.

Focus on the good- I was speaking to a very interesting lady on my globe trotting this summer and she believed that the main cause for depression is because as humans we tend to focus on the negatives; what hurts in our body, whats going wrong in our career, what is going wrong in certain relationships and friendships. I challenge you to instead focus of what feels good in your body, what is going right with your career, the good relationships you have and beyond preparing yourself, do not give the negative any of your time because it is not worth an ounce of your precious time.

Without cringing,  up sell, put the best spin on your life that you can. I am not telling you to bullshit people and fake who you are, just change your mindself and trick yourself into thinking about your life in the best possible light possible.

I am nearing the end of my Freshers week at university... I shall let you all know how I am setteling in properly another time. It is fantastic and I am very good,

All my love,

Al XXX

Day 154, IBS...

Endo 365

Ima let you into a little secret here... Sometimes I get very embarrassed about my blog- scared that it will be perceived as self-indulgent (defiantly some truth there), obnoxious, and using cliché's like a crutch. So to bring me down a peg or six, here is a blog that I never thought I would write. That's right, even this is a taboo to old twatfaceal.

IBS. Warning: This blog is to be taken with a pinch of salt... And possibly a Gin and Tonic. 

It ain't mainstream sexy. In fact, it is not any stream sexy except maybe
sewer. But at war against all things taboo, here goes.

When I was first diagnosed with endo, I had no IBS symptoms, this continued for three years until I was take off GNrH for the first time. My endo was 'let loose' to see what would happen (it resulted in my school bus diverting off to hospital, and on another occasion an ambulance to school whilst I bullied the receptionist into screaming the C-BOMB with me at the top of our (my) morphine relaxed lungs (this must have been post Vagina Monologues) beside some poor souls were sitting their A Level Physiscs exam). Whilst all these frivolities kept us entertained, something godawful ransackled the shrinking violet that was my bowel. Tadar.

My IBS is as a secondary condition from my endo (Why thank you, you just keep giving). I can't help it
but there is something almost more embarrising about IBS because at least
Endometriosis sounds cool. When I am around people's house trying to
politely decline a cheese and onion pastie because I will implode, even I,
the girl born without shame, feel slightly awkward.

After I continued to get pain post re-shutting down my ovaries, my
gynaecologist referred me to the Rectoenterologists (that's their official
title) or as my brother calls them, The Party Poopers, and slightly less
eloquent; Shit Police. Although I don't know what he is laughing at; the
stench he releases they'll be after him before he can say 'ShitTheBed.'

Now IBS stands for Irritable Bowel Syndrome. It is suspected that 50% of the
population have it, although I think most people have or will experience it
at some point during their lives. Around 40% of women with endo also suffer
with IBS although my gynaecologist, and I am inclined to agree with him on
this one, believed it was more like 90%- the symptoms are simply
misdiagnosed as contributory endo symptoms. IBS is so common but we do not
realise it because, guess what, we do not talk about it. I mean, does a
curry really agree with anyone? Nervous poo? Post Alcohol blow out? All
common phrases and without realising all IBS related.
Why do we get so uptight about poo? I mean the queen does it for crying out loud. 

 And IBS is not really a 'thing'. It is an umbrella term essentially saying 'well we have ruled out everything else that you do not have so we're just going to give
 it the blanket term of err. umm. irritable bowel .syndrome."  The 'syndrome' validates it as medical you see. 

 So anyway, I visited the shit police and had various scans to check
 everything was okay- which is was. Apart from (ironically) I have an itty
 bitty cute uterus- who would think something so evil could be 'little' and
 'cute'. I had all the allergy tests to rule out any intolerances causing
 the pain.

 And then it happened. 

I had a colonoscopy. 

I will never forget that day. 

Having a camera up where things should only ever go down is
 interesting to say the least. But at least I can die having seen the inside
 of my gut... Oh wait- what? That's not on your bucket list?!


 As suspected, having found no good reason, the Shit Police diagnosed  me
 with IBS. But it isn't all bad- as it looks like I'm going to have my
 En-Suite paid for at uni. 
 Although I do not have any Endometriosis on or in my bowel, I had it on my
 Pouch Of Douglass which are the ligaments holding your stomach together.
 That coupled with my hypersensitive and messed up nervous system (good one
 endo) has given me IBS. No surprise, with my IBS, I get a lot of pain and
 for about a two years my bowel was utterly inconsistence (like person like..
 bowel?) It isnt much better now however diet and exercise have a huge influence. 

 IBS is like endometriosis in that they do not no the cause and it is unlikely
 they will ever cure it. You have to find your own balance. 

I was then refereed to a dietician where we discovered the Endo diet I had been
 following for the past year has probably put me in more pain; because
 although I was not eating any wheat or lactose, I was eating loads of onion
 based products with lots of veg that is all awful for your bowel,
 apparently. 

 The FODMAP's diet was daunting at first as there is (no joke) over 100
 things you cannot eat. However I preferred it to the endo diet as I can now
 have lactose free dairy products opposed to nasty rice milk and co, and I no
 longer had to force feed myself superfoods like broccoli. 

 I am lucky in that my momma was a super clever food technologist, so between
 us foodies we engineered a cookbook of Alice-Friendly dishes and bakes and I
 honestly have the best diet. I still have lots of salads, just with fruit
 and veg that doesn't irritate me and cause me pain. If this is something you
 think you may suffer from, here is a link to find out more- http://www.ibsdiets.org/fodmap-diet/fodmap-food-list/ it is just so worth informing yourself about. I am not going to pretend it is not hard work, as it is a lot of effort. But it is also worth it. 

 Having gone on the FODMAPS diet, I gained so so much energy. It has been one
 of the highest-positive-impact things I have done and I shall be on this
 diet for all of my life because it doesn't matter whether my endo packs its
 bags and leaves me, this IBS is for life. But it is okay, because between this
 diet, exercising, occasionally taking fibogel to regulate me, rest and
 elevating myself from as many situations where I am stressed or anxious as possible, I have got this condition pretty under control. But it takes discipline and time, both
 of which I am willing to surrender to as I believe the outcome is greater
 than the input. 

 Oh and another key is when I need to fart, I do it because it relieves the
 pain. And if I need to open my bowels, I do for the same reasons. I am not
 saying fart in someone's face nor go in the street, but be kind to yourself
 and sod the embarrassment of only going in your own home behind closed
 doors. 

 Plus my oldest friend and I found out a fantastic game at school; like knock-a-door-run,
 expect it's called fart-and-pin-it-on-someone-else. Hours of endless entertainment. 

My best friend (who you will shortly be graced with a blog from) looks at me as soon as she realises, and inbetween giggeling, tells me that I'm a motherplucker and she would beat me up if she didn't know it relieves pain.  
 It is not easy, it is a horrible subject to ever broach with new friends
 and fancies- I have found it is best to get them drunk or drug them first. I joke I joke, I kid I kid...

 One of my best friend has IBS and it was something she used to be really
 embarrassed about. I guess between us we have made each other feel
 comfortable, confident and normal about it and she particularly has our
 friendship group in stitches about her faux pas (she is much funnier than I am). 
It is not embarrassing in our close friendships, we have stories that make people laugh with us, even if it does give us both a lot of pain and mean we miss days of work and feel
 crap. I am so proud of how she has become to own it and not be ashamed, and
 we have found that if you are not embarrassed, then no one else is really.
 Also, if I am in pain, I am able to say. IBS is never taken seriously for
 the pain it can cause, yet some people end up in hospital with trapped wind
 and the like. 

Do not underestimate or undermine IBS- It is not a killer but I debilitates and literally irritates so give it the baby wipe of respect it deserves.  
 If you think you may have IBS, push to be refereed just to make sure it is
 nothing else, and if it is then if there is anything they can do for you.
 And if you do have it, try not to be so embarrassed and ensure you are dealing with
 it best you can. 

 All my love, 

And avoid coffee, 
 Your Smelly Monkey, 

 XXXX

Day 149, It's My Birthday- A Midsummer Night's Dream

Endo 365

You’ll be pleased to know I am keeping this a short and sweet as possible as the Prosecco is crying for me, and I do not like to leave people (yes, I have just personified Prosecco- it’s my birthday donchaknow) waiting.

Due to having earnt my own money from the age of 12, generally speaking, if I want something, I buy it for myself. And I am proud of that. I am by no means independent but I have never lived off birthday and Christmas money if you catch my drift. So coming up to this birthday I only really wanted (a flight to America... Hint hint, pleasee) and a goat and chicken to be sent to Africa. I have since read some scary articles and have decided against it. So it doesn't look like I will be getting either. 

As you may know, I am the Young Ambassador For the  charity Endometriosis UK. Working with this charity has been game changing for me. Seeing the amazing things it manages to do and the incredible impact it has on women’s lives and their family's has been moving. Unfortunately due to the nature of this disease, youknow, being... bloody’n’all, it is pretty darn hard to fund raise for.  

My Birthday wish is simple:

If you have read any of my blogs in the past and you have learnt something, or you have felt empowered, or it gave you comfort knowing you are not alone, or even if it made you smile, as a token of gratitude, please make a donation to Endometriosis UK, no matter how big or small http://endometriosis-uk.org/donate OR you can text ‘Endo14’ followed by the amount to 70070 (I feel like a presenter on children in need).

I volunteer up to five hours into one blog, and I love love love doing it. It is like therapy for me. However if you do appreciate it (hallelujah), then all I ask for in return is a little birthday present donation for me. Or why not even become a member? http://endometriosis-uk.org/become-member

The resourcefulness of this charity never fails to astound me, however as it is not government funded, it really does rely on us.

It’s Saturday, have a G&T for me,

Thank you to everyone who continues to read this blog, and all you beauts who email me,

All my love,

The Birthdaaaaaay Gallyyyy.

XXX 

Day ii65, Giving Blood and Setting Targets

Endo 365

Do not fear this is not going to be some ‘Give-us-all-your-blood-because- we-are-about-to emotionally-manipulate-you’ radio advert (they get me every time).

No no, this is all about small miracles and having incentives (or carrots) to pedal towards.

Not following the link? Understandable, let me explain.

Following my first operation (when I got my diagnosis) I felt a very strong duty to aid the health service in whichever civilian way I could- mainly for all the little dots who were seriously ill around me and practically lived there, on our ward.

The very fact that a child born without arteries leading back to his heart, gets a free and comprehensive health care allowing him to live until his twenties instead of days is just the most incredible thing. This probably won’t come as a surprise to you, but every so often (usually when I am on a long drive) I end up having a real think about the National Health Service as an institution that serves our country, and I cry. We are so so lucky to be born into a country with the facility for free point of care health service. And I know I can be one of the first people to moan about the NHS and its insufficiency’s, but in its essence, it is brilliant: think about how different ‘Breaking Bad’ would be if it were set over here… just sayin’… we are so lucky to live in a society where a constitution exists with the 7th best health care in the world (above many privet health care nations) where we need not worry about being hit with a huge bill on top of the trauma resulting in us going to hospital, is such a privilege.

 I have family in America and it genuinely astounds them that we do not have to pay (I know we do indirectly through taxes) for medical attention. If, like me, you have always lived in England and you have, like me, been socially conditioned into thinking how inefficient the NHS can be, just for a second, take a step back and actually think about what the NHS actually is.

So, at times I get romantic about the NHS as a socialist haven.

I think that it is because of this that I have always felt it imperative to give blood and do whatever small ripple I can, for something at such little cost to our wellbeing can save another person’s life.

That to me is a no brainer.

However, I have never been allowed to give blood (like many people with endo) because in the time I have been old enough to give blood, my health or medication has not allowed for it. And that made me miserable and felt like rubbing more salt in the wound. I have either been too anaemic or fatigued or on too much medication or post opp’s.

So, for me, the simple, normal, every-woman-every-man task of giving blood has been very high on my agenda and conscience for the last three years. It was something to work toward; something of great weight and importance to me. For me, it is on the same agenda as establishing my business or picking the right university or running a half marathon, even though giving blood is considered an everyday thing.

Except because of my story, history, context, it is so much of a greater thing.

So on the Monday before my birthday I gave blood and it was just so perfectly liberating.

And (probablymaybe because of the whoremoans) I cried. It felt like a victory, a real win. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without my operation because I still would be have been on GNrH.

Endometriosis (or anything you have to battle in life) can short-term limit us, and unfortunately even long-term sometimes.  I do not think I would be half as motivated or positive if I didn’t have anything to strive towards or feel proud for having overcome and still achieved.  Having fixed goals pioneers focus, having goals inspires motivation, having goals creates discipline, having goals builds and sustains a strong, healthy mind. It quantifies and measures the everyday things we achieve without even realizing what a big deal it was to get up and go to word when you don’t feel like it. 

As I stated in my previous blog, endo can induce an helpless, endless frustration because it isn’t like breaking your leg. You can’t take it easy for 4 months and then in a years time you forgot that you even did it. I will feel the repercussions from my endometriosis for the rest of my life because it has sensitized my bowels to about 40 different foods. However by setting goals, the endless nature becomes more manageable.

Set some time aside and get an A3 sheet and loads of coloured pens and just get it all down, then order it realistically. It doesn’t matter whether the goal is climbing Mount Everest or something simple but a sign of achievement to you like attending a full week at school or work, explaining to three people in one day about your endometriosis, or just giving blood.

Once you have your short-term goals nailed, think long term. If you have read other blogs you may know I hate wasted time, having a little list of goals ensures if there is an opportunity, I always have something productive to do or work towards. During recovery I even had things as futile as making a scrapbook from traveling on my list. But it gave me focus and structure. So it doesn’t matter what it is really. It is also very empowering, you are saving yourself piece at a time and not surrendering to the pain.

“Success is not necessarily doing big things. It can be doing little things in a great way.

Set achievable, yet desirable goals and make yourself proud.

Be smart and be brave,

AL XXXX

Day 282, We Need YOU!

Endo 365

 

As some of you may be aware, this week is 'National Trustee Week' and as they do every year, The Guardian hold a competition for trustee of the year.

Our very own Carol Pearson has made it very deservingly into the top 5 and we need your vote.

Why vote for Carol? Well, she is certainly one of the most inspirational people I have ever met and I certainly have a lot of time and respect for her, as I do my fellow trustees. It is not for me to tell her story, but endometriosis has definitely changed the course of her life and she acts with such dignity,  strength and grace that you could mistake her for a real life heroine from a Dickens novel. Leeeegit.   Anyway instead of going on like her biggest fan I'll let The Guardian do the talking, here is her bio telling you all you need to know:

                " Carol is a trustee for Endometriosis UK and according to her nominator nothing is too much trouble for Carol - from climbing Snowdon to donning pink knickers. Her campaigning for patient involvement and voice has shaped the charity and empowered people to manage their lifelong and incurable conditions.

Although she is a endometriosis sufferer herself she dedicates so much time and effort to the charity that they say they would not be able to provide the service without her.

Carol is said to be a invaluable advocate for endometriosis sufferers who struggle with benefit and employment traumas and a superb speaker for the charity. Recently, she gave a moving and informative Ted Talk to raise awareness. "

So please vote using your phone, laptops, tablets: http://www.theguardian.com/voluntary-sector-network/poll/2014/nov/08/trustee-of-the-year-award-2014?CMP=twt_gu and pass it around your circles...

We often laugh that the reason we are not on anti-depressants is because of volunteering and I think there is some truth in that. I certainly need the charity far more than it needs me, the knowledge that I might be helping and am giving back is enough to help me sleep at night. So as well as this blog post being a plug for the amazing Carol to win as she so deserves to, if you feel like many of us do like you want to do something, visit the Endo UK website and see what volunteering capacity may suit you; from being trained up on the helpline to hosting a pink pants tea party we need you and I highly recommend its therapeutic benefits. I find it comforting because by actively and positively doing something out of my pain, I am elevating myself from that horrid victim status. It takes time to regroup and have enough of yourself to then give in this capacity so if you aren't up to it yet or simply do not have the energy, do not feel guilty, you have to be in the right frame of mind, maybe you can just plug awareness in your own circles.

Keep tapping at that wall,

Al XXXX