As I groggily woke from surgery, I immediately wanted the answers I couldn't get before. How many incisions were made in my abdomen? How much endometriosis did the doctor find? When the nurse told me I had one incision and the surgery was only 45 minutes instead of the expected 90 minutes, my heart broke. I knew in that minute that I didn't have endometriosis. That the massive amounts of blood I lost each month, the pain each time I had intercourse, the unexplainable fatigue and stomach issues were not the result of a common disease that could be temporarily fixed with surgery every few years. Today at my post-op, my doctor assured me that not having endometriosis is a good thing. I just have heavy periods like my previous doctors said and I have some psychological issues with sex that could be cured with mental and physical therapy. Take a new birth control, try some at home exercises, and come back in six months. I should be happy, right? But I am not, I am still devastat...