My endometriosis diagnosis was nearly as traumatic as the condition itself

I burst into tears: I had endometriosis (Picture: Alice Giddings)

‘Please tell me if I have it,’ I begged, still high on general anaesthetic.

My eyelids were heavy as I fought to keep them open. Lying in the hospital bed, my belly felt bruised and raw.

A nurse came and stood above me: ‘You have it. The surgeon said he was surprised you were able to walk.’

I burst into tears: I had endometriosis.

But I wasn’t upset, I was relieved. Vindicated.

Thank goodness I hadn’t just undergone a four-hour diagnostic surgery –the only way to establish whether my chronic pain was, indeed, due to endometriosis; a debilitatingly p...