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Aisha M., 42, cried in a doctor’s office on a Tuesday in February. Not because of the diagnosis. Because of the sentence that preceded it. A gynecologist she had never met before, a woman about her age, looked at the imaging and said, out loud, in a normal speaking voice: “This has been going on for a long time, hasn’t it.” Aisha said yes and started to cry. It was the first time in six years a doctor had said the pain was real before Aisha had to argue for it.
The diagnosis was adenomyosis and stage-three endometriosis. In a study of more than 1,400 women across ten countries, the average delay between first symptoms and a surgical diagnosis of endometriosis was 6.7 years. Aisha’s took six. She considers this fast.
The exam room is a translation problem I am not allowed to opt out of. I say the true sentence, and it doesn’t land. My husband repeats the same sentence, and the doctor writes it down. It is not paranoia; I have watched it happen four times in one year. What I am tired of is being told the solution is to advocate for myself, as if the sixty percent of my adult life I have spent advocating for myself was optional and not the reason I am sick. Advocacy is a euphemism for repeating a thing until the room can bear to hear it. If your medical training turns me into a project manager for my own pain, the training is broken. Read our guide to the “too emotional” line and notice how many of those moves you make with a stethoscope on.
I want to be clear that I am not accepting an accusation. I am accepting a fact. I saw her, I noted her, I did not order the workup her symptoms warranted, and I sent her home with an SSRI trial. She came back. I did it again. The third time, I told a colleague she was “a bit of a frequent flyer.” I said this out loud in a hallway. I have thought about that sentence for two years. I did not think of myself as biased. I thought of myself as busy. Those are the same thing when the person paying for my efficiency is a forty-two-year-old woman with a disease I could have found. If your first instinct is to explain to me how easy it is to miss endometriosis, ask yourself how easy it is to miss it in a man.
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“What did you say more than once before it landed — and what changed the time it landed?”
“I asked my landlord three times to fix the deadbolt. He fixed it the day my dad called. My dad said the same sentence. Same words. Different voice. Different Tuesday.”
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