Not being able to leave my bed has made me very grateful for Oprah. Daytime television is absolutely dismal, but I can always count on something entertaining from 4 to 5 pm.
Today’s episode was a rerun of a woman named Stacy who shared her whole weight loss experience with the show, and the reactions of the audience members she touched. It just put a thought in my head that if I followed her example, and laid myself wide open to share this disease and my experiences and struggles and symptoms and challenges, then maybe I could create some good.
When I lived in Orange County, I went to church with about ten or twelve other women who were trying to get pregnant at the same time I was. So one day I stood up in the middle of the meeting with my little hands shaking and suggested that we all get together and talk about our experiences. Now there are only two of us that haven’t had kids and I really feel like I can claim part of those blessings by reaching out to the others and lightening their load. That time was such a time of joy for me, feeling like I was using my pain for some productive end.
So I wrote a little letter to Oprah suggesting I come on her show and explain myself. I doubt very much that anything will come of it since I googled “Oprah endometriosis” to see if she had done a show on it and found message board after message board full of people who had been organizing letter writing campaigns to get this issue addressed. I doubt that my little note will be the one that finally gets the attention, but at least it made me feel like I was devoting my energy to productivity today.