I’m experiencing a lot more esophageal issues as of late. Pain. Pain. Pain. Getting worse and more frequent.
Thanks to Cowden Syndrome I have an innumerable amount of polyps in my esophagus and part of my stomach.
Surgery has been discussed. (Not really a fan of removing my esophagus.)
Medication has been discussed also, but one of my goals in this life is to decrease the amount of meds I take on a daily basis. And you know what? It wouldn’t help the pain. OR STOP THE POLYPS.
I understand suffering is part of life.
But where is the joy part? Rather. Where is the joy part for me?
Am I ever eligible to feel that?
Honestly, it doesn’t quite seem that way.