shifting the dialogue about how women’s health can fail (redirect) us, how “the system” can make us fearful (renewed self-compassion), but more so how our journeys can lead us to feel heard
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I Fired My Gynecologist
On January 6, 2026 I fired my gynecologist in Nelson, British Columbia.
Okay, we parted ways…
“Fired” describes the urgent, life-altering emotion felt through my body when my gynecologist (OBGYN), whom I’d never met in person, was paged to the operating room and dropped a call with me for the second time.
I’m Not One for “New Year, New Me”
It’s the first weekend of 2026. I’m up and at ‘em at 4:30am. On New Year’s Day I woke at 1:30am and made t-shirts for an upcoming curling bonspiel. (Disbelievers out there, don’t get too excited about “how is she planning to do physical activity if she’s in pain?”. I still need to live… It’s unknown how doing physical activity on those given days will play out.
My Unexplained Abdominal Pain: Part 2
The wait list for a gynaecologist in British Columbia is at least one year. (I’m not convinced the wait list is only one year, but that’s a story for another day.) The concern I’m having with this theory is that it’s thought that I should see a gynaecologist first before exploring the possibility (or the ruling out) of a bowel/colon issue.
My Unexplained Abdominal Pain: Part 1
The level of, and the type of pain I’m in currently, as I write this, would have me in the emergency room at the hospital. Oddly (but also not odd a year into my journey), this is the same pain I go to work with…
My left waist is cramped up —it’s fucking screaming.