I Had A Misdiagnosed Ectopic Pregnancy
Here’s why I won’t stop talking about it.
This post originally appeared on my blog, Ramshackle Glam.
I got an email the other day that reminded me why I keep writing my blog, even during the times when it’s especially hard, and I very much don’t want to. The email was from a woman who feared she was in the midst of an ectopic pregnancy, and was having trouble “convincing” the doctors of her suspicions. She remembered the post I’d written nearly two years ago, about my own ectopic pregnancy — the one that very nearly killed me, and would have had I not been fortunate enough to have a friend who knew the signs to look for — and kept her questions for the doctors coming.
It’s isn’t the only email like this I’ve ever gotten. It’s not even the only email like this I’ve gotten this month. It turns out that despite the fact that ectopic pregnancies account for 1–2% of all pregnancies — making them not particularly uncommon — vast numbers of us have no idea what they are, or what they might look like. Myself included.
And that is fucking dangerous.
I do not enjoy writing about this, and don’t especially want to — certainly not again. But I’m going to anyway, on the off chance that there is a woman out there who missed this story the first time around, and will one day benefit from…
