One in 190 million: My Battle with Endometriosis

“Ms. Hayes, Ms. Hayes wake up. You need to wake up now,” said the surgical recovery nurse with some urgency in his voice. The breathing tube inserted during surgery had left my vocal cords strained and my throat sore, making it difficult to speak. I mustered all the strength I had and quietly muttered “pain, nausea,” before dozing off again after the nurse injected medicine into my IV.  

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Tahira Hayes