The trouble With Essure

Today I had yet another friend of mine come up to me and ask me about the symptoms I noticed that came from my nickel allergy with the Essure Implant, which is a permanent birth control. I have to say that we have reached the point now where everyone that I know that has had these implants except one has now realized that they were reacting.

That is sad news my friends.

Let me remind you that there is a live lawsuit going on for many folks that have had to go through this process and that they are not legally allowed to talk publicly about their circumstances.

That being said, I completely recommend that if you know anybody including yourself that has been implanted with this device, please search through the symptoms list and decide if any of these have affected your life.

It is easy to blame these individual things that you are noticing to anything else going on in life. I went through at least twenty smaller symptoms before the bigger ones started. The thing about all of them were that they all started after the Essure implant were put in. Some easily could have been things that would have started with age, or with the idea that I suddenly had 3 kids in my house instead of 2. Maybe the mood swings, low libido, blood pressure issues and weight gain were all because the addition of the newest little one. Maybe the swollen ankles came from the quitting smoking right? And more of the weight gain? And the weird rashes all over my body got explained away as eczema even though the medicine never let it go away.

Guys this is the beginning of the list. We know this all just continues. Everything was ignored by not one, not even two, but THREE doctors. I had to be my own advocate. No one believed me. Holy hell, I barely believed me. If I had not have found other women going through the same thing I wouldn’t have grown a back bone and started pushing my doctors. My female doctor made me jump thousands of hoops. Not just for insurance either, she openly admitted all the way through this process that she wasn’t sold on it being the problem either.

I have always heard of invisible illnesses. I have close family members that go through this with doctors constantly. I never knew what that felt like. Now, I stand beside them instantly. They need people in their corner, even if I am the only cheerleader.

But this wasn’t invisible. They just though I was full of crap.

I can’t make you  read the symptom list. I can’t stand beside you and hold you when you start to notice the connection. I can’t force your doctors to believe you. However I am here, as moral support. As a friend that you can reach out to for advice, for someone to believe you or tell you the steps that I was put through to get to the other side.

The following link will open the best symptom list that I have found. It is updated and very well organized. This also will allow you to review a different site full of women’s stories and people to contact in regard to this awful device. This is not my list by any means.

Very well organized and updated symptom list for the Essure Implant

As of just this month or last, EVERY country outside of the US has stopped the sale of the ESSURE implant completely.

Just today, there are an unknown amount of women facing down Washington trying to get the United states to realize the lies that they are selling us with this product. They have lists of women affected, along with the symptoms that they have dealt with. The miscarriages. The babies that were born after the ESSURE was placed, some healthy, but a lot with developmental delays.

The start of this year federal judges were allowed to start reviewing class action lawsuits is the United States.

Be you own advocate. Find people on social media to help you understand what to do next. Lean on us and allow us to help you get through this.

Read more of my story involving my battle with Essure by following the following link. Please feel free to comment or message me.

My Essure Battle part 1

 

Fake it til you make it

Inspiration is one of those tricky things these days.

What works one day is not guaranteed to work every other day.

A few years back I made it a point that I needed to laugh each and every day.

I know what you are going to say here.

Some days there is simply nothing to laugh at right? Those are the days that it is even more important to make sure that you do.

I have my own things that are guaranteed to make me laugh every time, but do you?

Is it as simple as looking through the videos on your  phone to be able to see the silly things that have happened in your life? Could be something that your child or pet was doing, or maybe even a friend or colleague.

Maybe you are the type that needs to find videos on Youtube or something similar. My favorite are silly pet video’s. My teenage son has me convinced that America’s Funniest Videos is making a come back (technically I am not positive it ever went away, as much as I just got too busy to find it).

Find something.

You need to keep your head up, with the outlook on life bright. It is really easy to fall down that rabbit hole and never find your way back out.

Sometimes you have to fake it until you make it.

 

What did life chose for you?

We all like to think that every single thing about ourselves could be a choice. Doesn’t it make you feel a little helpless to realize that some things, no matter how much that we try to say otherwise, are just not our choice?

Is cancer a choice?

Is being born with a birth defect a choice? Yes I understand that a number of those come from a choice of a parent, some are also NOT.  Some are genetic. Some are just a rare thing that happens for unknown reasons.

Is naturally having red hair a choice?

Dyslexia?

Thyroid disease?

Brain disorders?

So how can we accept those to be problems that we are born with, but depression is something that we must have chosen? When did mental illness become so shameful?

Why has it ever been frowned upon like it was a choice? I guess I don’t understand the reasons that it was ever looked at like it was not just another disease that you need to fight with regular medication and therapy, just as one would need to do with diabetes or a medical disorder that affects the muscular system.

Who gets to make these decisions? Who gets to decide who is better than who because of the way that their genetics made them?  Who gets to decide who lives their lives in hiding and who gets to be loud and proud of the lifestyle their DNA setup for them? What about the judgmental people who later in life has life events that change circumstances? Like a woman dealing with postpartum, or a man trying to deal the loss of his parent. Now is it suddenly acceptable?

Were you chosen to be the lucky one who lives their whole childhood healthy, watching others have asthma attacks or seizures? Did you ever have to go back and ask your parent what childhood diabetes meant and why some people needed to check their blood sugars?

Only to grow older and get told that you have cancer and will have to fight for your life while they inject more and more poisons into your body to fight the poison that is already there?

I hope for you judgmental folks to have healthy babies who have healthy babies. I hope for all of you that life doesn’t sneak up on you and teach you the reality of most people in the world. I hope that you never have to be proven wrong.

However I know you will be.

Because that’s what life is all about.

Being born into a life where most of our health conditions are not a choice.

Here is to hoping that the health conditions that life choses for you is on the “ACCEPTABLE” list.

I was chosen to be a Suicide Survivor

November 18 is National Suicide Survivor Day.

I never even knew that. I walked in a Suicide Awareness walk recently and I spent the majority of the time being quite alarmed at how many people just in my area had been directly affected by the loss of a loved one or friend.

This is one of those events that unless you go through it, you can not really explain it well. Everybody says that about everything don’t they? It is true. It’s this strange out-of-body experience that is simply unexplainable.

I was 16. He was my first love. At 16 you are more innocent than you are ever willing to admit. You don’t have a grasp on how long life really can be. You have no ability to realize that things will change. You don’t realize that the pain goes away. You don’t realize how a change in scenery can make everything different.

A mother lost her firstborn. A father lost who he thought would be the leader of the pact. A grandmother lost her grandson. Siblings lost a brother. I lost a best friend. A boyfriend. My first love. And it changes us all. Rocked our world into being unrecognizable.

It has been 15 years and while it has changed, has been ignored and seemingly has been forgotten by everyone around me, I still remember. I still cry for the soul that was lost. I still miss who he could have been. I miss what my life could have been. I have spent more time imagining the what if’s then I was ever able to actually spend with him.

I have no idea who he would be today. I have no idea if our love would have survived. I have no idea if we even would have kept in touch.

I will never have the ability to know.

I have read thousands of people’s stories online. I have volunteered at suicide hotlines. I have answered phone calls at 2 in the morning and run out just to be the shoulder that someone needed at that moment. I have made it known to anybody  who has access to my social media that I am ALWAYS available when you think you are alone. My number is always there for you to call.

It isn’t enough I feel. I can’t bring him back.

And so here I was, standing in a crowd of people who all have their own stories. And I was moved to tears to see how COMMON this problem has become. How in the hell has this become SO NORMAL??

Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the United States in 2017. 

Each year 44,193 AMERICANS die by suicide.

Suicide costs the United stated $51 Billion annually. 

Men die of suicide 3.5 times more than women. 

The average age of suicide victims? MIDDLE AGED WHITE MEN

Never Stop trying to help. Keep your eyes and hearts open. Mental illness is not a CHOICE. It should not be a stigma. It should not have to be hidden. It should not be something that they have to be ashamed of.

Dark times

Somewhere along the line I think we all have forgotten that these hard, dark times in your life make you appreciate the simpler times. 

Without the ugly, how to we know the beautiful? 

They make you stronger. 

They make you braver. 

They give you a backbone. 

Never feel ashamed of what made you fall down. 

You just have to get back up. 

Going for a little stroll

Learning when to shut my mouth has always been a hardship. 

In primary school I was frequently talked to about not talking so much and keeping the sound level of my voice lower. As I aged into high school it became more about the type of things that I was saying instead. 

I am an outspoken person, who has no filter. There is a problem with my ability to understand that just because it ran thru my head, it does not mean it needs to be spoken out loud. 

Learn to forgive

This saying is so honest and blunt. I love it. 

The anger that is boiling inside you, does not boil inside them.

 The reason that you have gotten mad does not get printed out onto your t-shirt for them to read and understand. 

The time that you spent thinking about this, being angry about it, you can not get back. They can’t return it to you. 

Explain yourself and then take the time to learn to forgive, not for their sake.

 Forgive for your sake. 

Finding what works

Taken off an android cell phone, deep filter applied. 
Taking the time to notice the small things around me. I have always loved weather patterns, clouds and the effects that it has on people. 

These are the days that I like to take headphones,  a good book and a water bottle with me out to my stand alone hammock and just relax.