As March 3-9 is Worldwide Endometriosis Awareness Week, I’m doing my part to shed light on the cause. I’m still offering Tomato Pie readers my novel Don’t You Forget About Me at the low, low price of 99 cents for the duration of Endo Week. I also wanted to give you a chance to check out my story, which is hosted over at Franciscan Mom’s blog:
I sat next to my husband in yet another pleather office chair. Yet another reproductive endocrinologist sat across from us. A supposedly clever cartoon was framed on the wall behind her. The bubble-letter caption read “Test Tube Babies!” The illustration was of a giant test tube overflowing with chubby, giggling, diaper-clad (note: 100% Caucasian) babies, climbing out of some kind of bubbly fluid sloshing around at the bottom of the tube.
The results of a few blood tests were sprawled on the desk between us. The doctor had just offered three separate “treatment options.”
I sighed. “I don’t want to do anything that won’t actually heal whatever problem I have—and you don’t even know what that is. I want to heal my body more than I want to get pregnant.”
“Well, the Pill will force your hormones—“
“We’ve already been through this, haven’t we? Will the Pill actually heal anything?”
She gave me a patronizing grimace. “But I can’t prescribe the testosterone blockers unless you’re on—“
I shook my head. “I said I’m not comfortable with that.”
It was now her turn to pause, then sigh. “Then I’m sorry. There’s nothing we can do for you.”
She wasn’t the first one to say that to us. She wouldn’t be the last…
That’s not how it ends! Click here to read the rest of A Murder Mystery and a Medical Mystery!
Meanwhile, don’t you forget to get your copy of Don’t You Forget About Me at the low, low price of 99 cents for the duration of Endo Week. Spread the word!