Hemorrhoids. Be. Gone – 8 Home Remedies for Hemorrhoids

Hemorrhoids. The pain in the butt that no one ever wants to have. Courtesy of Endo, I was acquainted with hemorrhoids at a tender age. I didn’t know what it was, but it seemed like the lesser evil compared to being backed up, thanks to chronic constipation. The bowel issues began before I was 10,Continue reading “Hemorrhoids. Be. Gone – 8 Home Remedies for Hemorrhoids”

#31 Days Of Endo ~ Trish Barasa (Part 2)

You can read the first part of Trish’s story here. Cyclically, there have been instances of extreme hypoglycemia which I mostly just conclude is endometriosis related as it correlates with my cycle to the T. There have been instances when the hypoglycemia has left me perilously faint in public. Nowadays I carry a glucose tabContinue reading “#31 Days Of Endo ~ Trish Barasa (Part 2)”

#31 Days Of Endo ~ Trish Barasa (Part 1)

Day 7 🙂 Oh, that our voices will be heard. We hope that policymakers, health care providers and the society at large will hear our cry and help us. Endometriosis is real! It is as real as the air that we breathe. Trish Barasa gives us a glimpse of her life as an Endowarrior. TheContinue reading “#31 Days Of Endo ~ Trish Barasa (Part 1)”

Tattletale

My body is not very good at keeping secrets. I had a conversation with a friend recently about water consumption. She said that she doesn’t drink water everyday yet her skin is so smooth and supple. I was astonished. If I don’t drink at least two liters of water everyday you will see it onContinue reading “Tattletale”

Listening To The Whispers

Conversation is food for the soul. Having insightful conversations refreshes me. I enjoy listening out for details, chiming in and processing the information later. It never occurred to me that my body would try and communicate with me at any one time. I used to saunter through life without a clue that the pain andContinue reading “Listening To The Whispers”

The Diary of A Kenyan Endo Warrior- The Warning Sign We Missed

Dear Diary, Where there is smoke, there is a fire. As a little girl, I had trouble with my bowel movements. I hated going to the toilet. When I felt the urge, I’d have balancing tears because I knew the pain and sheer discomfort that awaited me. My diet was fairly okay, and I triedContinue reading “The Diary of A Kenyan Endo Warrior- The Warning Sign We Missed”