Hi everyone! My name is Kylie. I am humbly asking for help in raising money so I can afford to have endometriosis excision surgery. This is preformed by a highly specialized surgeon, with only a small portion of it being covered by insurance. To learn more about endometriosis, you can check out the link attached at the bottom. Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am a 33 year old wife and mama. I’ve been married to my handsome hubby Andy for 6 years and been together for 8, although, we have known each other since high school!! I first stepped into the role of mama when I met my husbands beautiful daughter London at just 3 years old. We instantly formed a bond unlike anything I’ve felt before. She’s taught me so much about unconditional love and patience, and I’ll forever cherish the memory of the first time she called me “Mama”, I think my heart exploded with joy. On Halloween night in 2019, Andy and my dream came true when I found out I was pregnant with our first baby, and July 9th 2024, we welcomed our sweet, beautiful baby boy Gage Michael. Before becoming a stay at home mom, I had a vibrant career in the medical field as a phlebotomist, turned radiology technologist, turned mammographer where I was fulfilling my dream of helping women with breast cancer. Unfortunately, life became a lot more complicated, during the peak of COVID, I had a grueling and traumatic delivery of my son. 46 hours of labor, 3.5 hours of pushing, baby getting stuck in my canal, losing his heart rate, an emergency episiotomy, vacuum assisted delivery, and both baby and I getting Chorioamnionitis, an infection in my placenta contracted from the hospital. After a week in the hospital, him in the NICU and me in postpartum, we finally got to go home and start our lives as a new family. But, that was just the beginning of what has been a very long, downward spiral of my health. I breastfed and pumped a good 6 months, but due to the stress of COVID and some unfortunate postpartum depression and anxiety, I couldn’t produce enough for our rapidly growing boy and decided to call it quits. The next month I got my first period. As most mothers know, they say the first one after having a baby is a painful and rough one. So I took it in stride, thinking this pain was normal. As each month went on, the pain got worse, and then to the point of debilitating, lying on the floor, curled up, crying for help, unlike any period pain I had ever experienced. After some blood work and imaging that didn’t show much, but for some ovarian cysts, my gynecologist decided it would be best to go in for an exploratory laparoscopic surgery. October 2024, no thanks to COVID, my husband dropped me off at the front of the hospital, and I walked in alone to have surgery. Fast forward to my post op appointment, my doctor told me she found my uterus was covered with Pelvic Congestion Syndrome (like having your uterus covered in varicose veins pooling with blood), I had multiple cysts on both ovaries and one cyst that had twisted and tangled my Fallopian tube, and that my bladder is adhered to my uterus due to scar tissue from the chorioamnionitis I contracted during delivery with my son. She told me that she believes I have Endometriosis under all that scar tissue and it was beyond her ability to detach my bladder or remove any of the scar tissue and referred me to a specialist at Stanford. Of course, being Stanford, I had to wait a few months before I could get in. During that time post surgery, my periods came back tenfold. Not only was the pain worse than before surgery but now I was bleeding profusely. My periods would last for an upwards of 45 days and be so heavy I was passing blood clots to the point of becoming so anemic I was now having to regularly see a Hematologist and be sent to the hospital to have iron infusions. To add to that I was also having to see a Urogynecologist because the scar tissue on my bladder made it difficult for me to even urinate! All of this not only affected my physical health but took a huge toll on my mental and emotional health. There is so much that I have missed out on and not been able to do with my kids and husband due to this chronic, excruciating, unrelenting, daily pain and suffering. My dreams of being the mother I always dreamt of being were crushed and I now had to learn how to come to terms with living my life with all these physical limitations. I couldn’t throw my baby in the air and run around the playground with him like the other moms. I’m constantly having to look into those sweet, innocent faces when they ask me to do something with them and say, “I can’t, mommy’s “tummy” hurts”, and see the instant disappointment as they slouch away and say “Ookayyy…”, as my heart breaks into a million pieces because I’m letting them down. That’s just some examples of the far too many times this disease has forced me to miss out on. This surgery isn’t a cure. There is NO CURE for the vileness of endometriosis, I will suffer with this for the rest of my life, but what this surgery will give me, is a break! A chance at living somewhat of a normal life, to get to enjoy and partake in my children’s lives, to enjoy a romantic dinner night out with my husband, to better be there for my aging parents, to even possibly get back into my career of taking care of patients instead of being the patient! It’s not a cure, but a chance at a better quality of life, however long that might be, until it rears its ugly head and I need another. But, if you donate and help me move forward toward getting this opportunity I won’t take one moment for granted! And if you have gotten this far, Thank you for your time and consideration! Learn more about endometriosis
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