Endometriosis, you sneaky little freak.

Here are some things that doctors told teenage me in the 6 years it took to get this diagnosis:  “eat more salt”, “make a chart of how you are feeling every day 1-10 and you will see it get better over time”, “are you sure you’re not allergic to bananas”, and the eternal “j’accuse ANXIETY.”

5 surgeries, 43 doctors, 1 Daffy Duck alarm clock gifted by the hospital rabbi, 7,000 in-patient episodes of Chopped, 1 night sleeping in the ER hallway next to someone who just shot off their toe, and 10 years later here we are, able to run again. 

Now that I am once more as fast as the lightning Josh Lucas harnesses into beautiful Alabama glass, I am raising money to help all women who are fighting this dastardly little incurable disease everyday.

Here’s what your money does: 

Your support will adapt endometriosis education to online learning, fund landmark research on treatment and diagnosis, advocate for endometriosis education, and promote disease recognition in our communities. Endometriosis care has been critically affected by the COVID-19 pandemic. Individuals with endometriosis need your help now more than ever. Learn more at endofound.org.

*Our definition of "women" includes transgender, genderqueer, and non-binary individuals.