I Lost an Ovary, But Not My Fight

They told me I was young and strong.

They told me everything would be fine.

But no one tells you what it’s like to wake up missing a piece of yourself.

In June 2020, I had surgery that changed everything. What started as unexplained pain and a growing belly that people joked or even concerningly said looked like pregnancy… ended in a diagnosis I never saw coming: endometriosis. And not just that—I had a mass so large and invasive that doctors had to remove my left ovary and fallopian tube.

Physically, I healed.

Emotionally? I’m still working on it.

You don’t just “get over” something like that. You grieve the body you thought you’d grow a baby in. You question your worth as a woman. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to give birth, and even worse—you question if you’re even deserving of that kind of joy.

But I made a promise to myself: I won’t let grief win.

And I won’t let this journey break me.

I created My Endo Journal for the version of me that felt alone, ashamed, and left behind. The version who stayed off social media for days because she couldn’t fake joy anymore. If that’s you—girl, you’re not broken. You’re surviving. And that’s enough.

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