“It’s my app for sick people”

The Mighty. It’s my app for sick people.

My boyfriend was harmlessly looking over my shoulder at my phone and pointed to my bright red app and asked what it was. It’s my app for sick people was my answer. Truthfully though it’s a lot more than that.

The Mighty is an app, also a website, that lets chronically or otherwise ill people share thoughts, feelings, stories, advice and more. I found an article posted by The Mighty one day while scrolling through Pinterest. “Twelve things people with chronic illness wish there loved ones would say more often”. I clicked on it. Usually when I see heading like that I kind of cringe. Was this written by someone who is even sick? Do they get what I’m going through? Is this whole article going to be about telling me that they love me more or catering to my every need?

I was surprised with the content when I took the time to read it. The Mighty is written by the people (the sick people) for the people (the other sick people). It is an amazing resource for chronic illness sufferers like myself. Chronic illness can often times be a really lonely thing. It can feel very isolating to think “I’m the only one going through this. Nobody understand what I’m dealing with” but The Mighty changes that. It allows for connection with people all over the world who DO get it. A lot of illnesses like endometriosis can be really challenging as the symptoms often feel limitless and doctors don’t have a lot of information available to help. Reading stories from other people and having the ability to post thoughts or questions to each other can be so helpful emotionally and sometimes medically.

The Mighty has such a variety in their community. They have articles and message boards for people that struggle with everything from mental illness, to disease. Their tag line kind of says it all: “We face disability, disease and mental illness together”.Is that ever true! The feeling of community when you step into the pages of their website is instantaneous. That togetherness that they advertise is real and raw and present. They have over 600 topics to read and explore.

This community isn’t just for people suffering with these things. They have a lot of wonderful resources for family and friends to better understand the struggles that their loved one face. I would encourage everyone who struggles with mental illness, chronic illness, disease or disability (and more) or knows someone who does to take a look at The Mighty.

My next post is going to be about one of my new favourite women so stay tuned.

xo jess

ask me about my uterus


I very recently started a new book that I am obsessed with. Ask me about my uterus is a deep dive into all things endo. It’s written from the first hand perspective of Abby Norman who re lives painful moments of her personal life for the gain of others. Abby is amazing and smart and I wish she was my friend so that we could talk about endo and her book all day long. Ok she might think that’s weird so it may be a short friendship… ANYWAY 


Within the first few pages, Abby tells a story eerily similar to my own. She clings to her middle in the shower feeling like her pains is “everywhere and nowhere” she goes to the hospital where her pain is not taken seriously. Her male doctor is positive she’s pregnant or has an STD or a UTI. Let me tell you the pain from a UTI is NOTHING like the pain from endo. But of course in both of our experiences, this was what we were told. We both left with a prescription and nothing else. We both ended up back at the hospital a number of times. And we both finally had someone do their job and try to help us. Someone who finally validated our pain and attempted to give us relief. 


Abby writes, “A Women in pain was presumed to be lying. Guilty until proven innocent, as it were” that’s how I’ve always felt. That I wasn’t allowed to be in pain. That I wouldn’t be taken seriously. That my pain wasn’t bad enough to count. 


I’m not even halfway through this book but it’s already my favourite. I’ve never cried so much, or related so much to a book in my life. But this feels like Abby is speaking to me and validating me and my pain. I am so glad to have found it. If you or someone you know struggles with endometriosis or really any chronic pain issues as a women, please have them read this. And if you really want to try to understand a loved one I would encourage you to read it too. You won’t be disappointed. 

To Abby, thank you for your honesty, your bravery, and your devotion to women’s health. Your story will help me and so many women to feel seen, heard, and believed. 


More to come on this I promise

xo jess

I cried this week (and more low fodmap updates)

I cried this weekend

Because I wanted to have a normal Saturday night. I wanted to order takeout and have a treat and watch a movie. Instead, I had a Zevia no calorie carbonated drink and went to bed early. Oh, and cried.

My low fodmap diet is actually going really well. I weighed myself and had a really great experience of seeing that I’d lost quite a bit. I also just feel better. My clothes fit better. I can feel and see that there is less inflammation and bloating in my body. I feel better every day.

Here’s a quick breakdown of what I eat typically!

Breakfast: two hard boiled eggs and a sliced tomato

Lunch: chicken chilli with lentils, peppers, diced tomatoes, chives

Dinner: lean steak usually top sirloin and mixed veggies usually bell peppers, carrots, half cup broccoli, and chives for flavour

Snacks: grapes, banana

My go to Starbucks drink has become a cafe latte with lactose free milk. And I usually have this 2-3 times a week

A few of the difficult swaps for me have been giving up sugary snacks and diet pop, as well as my usual Starbucks drinks that have added sugars.

Some of my new favourite swaps are

Smart Sweets!

Lilly’s chocolate!

Zevia!

These have definitely made things easier for me to stick to. Some issues I’ve had with diets in the past is that I feel way to restricted and I end up cheating. But smart swaps have helped me to stay accountable no cheating! So, I am sticking to this hard core until Thanksgiving weekend and then I will indulge and allow myself to enjoy all foods. I will for sure document my Thanksgiving trip to Winnipeg and post my yummy food. The countdown is on!

More soon

xo jess

Doctor Doctor

I hate appointments. I hate waiting rooms. I hate doctors.

My endo diagnosis and all of the insane ER trips that led me to it, have made me very untrusting of medical professionals. I don’t know how many doctors I’ve seen in the past 3 years but they’re all essentially the same. You go into the room at least 20 minutes past your appointment time,scroll through your phone for 20 more agonizing minutes, they half knock, walk in, say their name, sit down in that dumb rolly chair, login to the computer screen (usually a huge desktop Mac) and look at you. That’s your cue to start telling them what’s wrong with you. Wanna hear something funny? There’s so much wrong with me that I never know where to start! Okay, that might not sound funny to you but I’m laughing. New doctors are the best. They start out so innocent and unexpecting and then it all goes downhill. I start our with so I have endometriosis. They ask the standard questions. I answer. Things seem fine. But then they start asking about what things are like currently. What treatment is now, what I’ve tried. As we go down the list I’ve things that I’ve tried and failed, the look of concern grows. When we talk about my current symptoms, they usually can’t help but show how utterly puzzled they are by me. It’s not their fault. Doctors don’t know enough about endo. It’s under researched, it’s under discovered, it’s under funded, it’s under everything. But seeing your doctor look A puzzled and B worried isn’t great.

The other day I had an doctors appointment. It went exactly like all the ones before. I saw a new doctor because my regular family doctor was away. I just went in to refill my birth control prescription. I asked her for a year refill because taking those little pink pills every day is the only thing keeping me out of the hospital. She ran through the basic questions and took my blood pressure. She started asking me a bit about my endo and I started answering. Honestly I just wanted to prescription refill but I understand that it’s part of her job to ask. We got into the gory details of it all those I’ll spare you for now. She showed me the “template” that they use to treat people like me. Turns out I’ve tried over half of their little list of treatment options to no avail. At one point she looked at me and said “so what do you do? How do you cope?” To which I had no real answer to give her.

The appointment left me feeling a lot of things. Processing emotions after my doctor visits is usually rough. I typically have a ton of anxiety going in and even more leaving. I try to suppress the feelings after and just go about my life. But this time it just got the better of me. I felt broken, hopeless, lost. I felt like i started to ask myself the same questions the doctor had asked. How do I cope? How do I deal? Suddenly I was confronted by a sea of emotions that I couldn’t exactly ignore. I cried in the car. I cried when I got home. I lay down on the couch and I cried. I cried telling my boyfriend about it. I cried and cried and cried.

I think doctor fear and distrust is normal for people with chronic illness. We often hear a lot of big words, see concerned expressions, and leave feeling like I did the other day. Hopeless. Doctors don’t have time for me. They don’t really have more than 15 minute blocked appointments to give me. Even if we had endless hours to talk about my condition, I don’t think the medical community has a clue what to do with endometriosis yet.

All I know is that I’m not getting better. This appointment made that very clear. All I left with was more anxiety and a referral to another doctor. Yay.

Right now I feel the constant pressure of trying to ignore my illness and live my life, but also to acknowledge my problems and dig deeper to find my own solutions. Hopelessness is a huge emotion. It’s very heavy and dark. Just knowing that I have something that can’t be cured leaves me feeling very empty. I know that endo sufferers probably have this hopeless feeling in common. They say misery loves company right?

If you or anyone you know suffers from endo or another chronic illness please encourage them to advocate for themselves. To find second, third and fourth opinions, until a doctor helps them. Be there for people that you love, feeling hopeless comes with a lot of loneliness. A good support system is really important.

Please share your health stories with me! I love hearing from others on how they handle their health and issues with chronic pain! 🎗

xo jess