As I lay awake, unable to sleep, my body aches, making me weep. Since my mesh was implanted, I’ve been disenchanted.
Stabbing pains in my tummy, make me feel crummy. Unable to bend, unable to mend. I can’t believe, I was part of a trend.
Two years in, and I can’t ignore,
The slicing of soft tissue, the pain I abhore. As the mesh erodes, what should I expect? To puncture my vagina? my bladder? Or urethra too? I pray not my colon but it’s easy to do.
So until my mesh is removed, what can I do? Boost my immune system to fight infection, and bring awareness, to the mesh deception.
“The Gold Standard” he said, I rerun in my head. “A high success rate”, I repeat, to fix my wee leak.
Mesh implantation, has been a devastation. Leaving me unable to bend, walk far or run, I’m no longer a whole lot of fun. I have to take care, lest I embed, the mesh in an organ or make an unnecessary tear.
The pain never stops, the anxiety abounds. Removal isn’t easy, doctors aren’t even trained. Whoever constructed this, was clearly insane.
Manufacturers know the truth you see, as mesh kills women around the globe, annually.
Unfortunately for families effected, mesh is a travesty. Moms die, leaving children behind, with broken hearted husbands, who curse the mesh industry.
Pray for our women, disabled by mesh. Most suffer in silence, at great dispense.