I was up on many nights, overthinking, searching the internet for information on ovarian endometrioma. I ended up watching a video of an ovary removal surgery. All I could think was, we look like chickens on the inside! My lower back was hurting for a couple of days now. My go-to response to it was, I can take it. Over the years I made it a point to remind myself that just because I have a high pain tolerance threshold, it doesn’t mean I have to tolerate it that long before making it a matter of concern. I kept telling my mom, it hurts exactly as it does during periods. There’s a cramp in my right leg too. It was weird because I was nowhere near to the call for battle – that’s what I like to call the 48 hours before I begin to bleed, the time when it feels like nothing in my life will work out ever again and I’ll die in living hell. It’s actually a thing! But, there I was, unable to move from bed, unable to find a position that will help me sleep, almost wanting to pass out somehow a