Warning – if you don’t like or get illish when reading about medical shit or conditions related to a woman’s “lady parts”, you probably want to ship this post.
My uterine fibroids are back.
Years ago I was diagnosed with uterine fibroids…they are benign yet HUGE tumors inside and outside of my uterus.
I named them as one – Enid.
My war with Enid wasn’t Rumsfeldian…she aggressed first and, since that involved making me feel like shit and heavy periods that lasted up to 14 days, I decided to kick that heifer’s ass. When hormonal therapy failed to shrink Enid, I had surgery and Enid was removed.
I knew that the odds were that Enid would return.
I knew that the symptoms I’ve been having for the last year all pointed to an Enid sequel.
And yesterday my gynecologist confirmed Enid’s return.
Damn it all if the diagnosis wasn’t jarring as hell.
I’m sharing all this because this is the part of reproductive health care that gets lost in the mix…hell, this is the part of health care that gets lost too.
See, I’m damn lucky and I know it.
I’m preparing for surgery in the next few months...and I’m fucking lucky to be doing so.
I have health insurance and short-term disability…and uterine fibroids that pose health risks that mean they can’t just be left alone or ignored or treated by a change in diet.
Without health care coverage I’d be shit out of luck…facing monumental debt or a delay in treatment that could eliminate a lot of treatment options or increase the health risks associated with fibroids.
I’m lucky to have health care insurance through my employer…because Enid is a pre-existing condition that would have made it hard if not impossible for me to get health insurance on my own.
I’m lucky that Enid is benign.
I'm lucky that I live in St. Louis Missouri, where we have outstanding medical centers and fantabulous doctors.
And you know what?
Treating uterine fibroids shouldn’t be about luck.
Bankruptcy in exchange for health is unacceptable.
Increased health risks due to a delay in treatment based on lack of coverage is not about individual responsibility.
Health care is a fucking right.
Yet, as I prepare for surgery…for the blood tests, scans, more appointments and surgery…I know that there are women out there who are unable to do the same.
That’s what health care reform is about.
And no, health care reform isn’t done…what passed Congress wasn’t perfect or even close to perfect, but it sure as shit will improve the lives of millions of Americans who are waking up today feeling unlucky as hell.
So when some asshole running for Senate or whatever tells you that he’d repeal health care reform because Americans don’t want or need it…ask that man if he means that Americans don’t want to wake up lucky, if he means that the millions of uninsured Americans out there prefer going bankrupt, if he means that women prefer not being able to treat conditions that are treatable and prefer facing long-term illness and pain to having the ability to see a fucking doctor.
Push back at that bullshit, because it’s fixin’ to smother reform to death just because people aren't thinking this shit through.
I know it.
But luck shouldn’t have a damn thing to do with this.
That's what health care reform is about.
I'll keep y'all posted on Enid - The Sequel...