It wasn't the easiest week. For years, I've battled with my health whether it be Lyme disease and lingering neurological effects from 2014 or a gluten-intolerance that resulted from the same disease. Before that, I was dealing with a hormone imbalance which caused one heck of a year for me in college.
Freshman year of college, I woke up one morning to find that I'd gotten my period, and just an hour later found myself in the most excruciating pain I'd ever experienced. Realizing that there was something more than cramps going on, my parents took me to the emergency room where I was at first thought to be having an ectopic pregnancy. Once that was ruled out, they conducted ultrasounds to find that I'd had a cyst rupture. Every month, for at least six months after that, I found myself dealing with a ruptured cyst when I'd get my period. Many times this landed me in the ER with morphine-filled IV drip, vomiting and convulsing from the pain. It got to the point that if I was on-campus and felt cramps coming on for my period, I'd rush to my car and rush home for fear that I'd have a rupture. I was also informed around that time that I had fibroids, which are common, but that mine could potentially affect my fertility.
In later months after that, I wound up on the birth control pill because the synthetic hormones would help to regulate mine. It did keep me from experiencing another cyst burst... until recently.
In February, I stopped taking my pill because I realized that masking the symptoms with a band-aid wasn't going to make them go away. The past seven months have been tumultuous to say the least.
After a couple of very long days and a lot of emotions, I took Rufus out into the yard so that he could run around, and I headed over to the garden to check on the tomatoes. Some were ready, some where just getting started, and some were orange and already on their journey. Pausing and taking a moment to look at them, I realized it was the reminder that I needed to slow down and to be OK with this journey my body and I are on, and to not get so frustrated that I'm not where I want to be yet. It can't be forced, it has to just happen. Like our garden that I've dedicated so much time to this season, I need to just continue to nourish my mind, body and soul and it'll heal.