A surgeon may have operated on me, But that surgery now operates my way of life.
My pain seemed invisible before surgery, That is, until they put a camera inside of me. Then, they literally saw it. My pain was finally validated.
Even under anesthesia, I felt pain. My body apparently shook in pain, even unconscious. I thought getting a diagnosis meant relief, Truly, it only meant the start of operating a life with endless medications and flare-ups.
It’s a chronic illness after all, What more can be done? There are so few people with this diagnosis, Why would the government ever care to help?
Surgery may have gotten me diagnosed, But it hasn't only temporarily invaded my body, It's permanently rearranging my life, One flare-up at a time.
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