I am currently in the midst of waiting on my 4th laparoscopy in 3 years for my stage 3 endometriosis (there are only 4 stages) and struggling with the the pain of the disease in my body and mind. I spent a decade not knowing what was wrong with my body, just letting the pain go because doctor after doctor told me to until I was finally diagnosed (after my first surgery) with endometriosis. By that point I had done the research on the disease, understood it as a disease often left in silence and overlooked for an average of 7-10 years in most women (brushed off as normal \"women\" pains), and found a specialist who I convinced to do the diagnostic surgery. Finally a name on it but little reprieve over the subsequent years from the pains--emotional, physical, psychological--I have learned to live a life modified by endo. I had a doctor tell me once (paraphrased), \"Endo is almost worse than cancer because at least with the right treatment at the right time cancer abates, endo never does.\" Often I think of that, and especially lately with my newly discovered 6cm cyst in my left ovary (who I have grudgingly named \"Bernard\" to try to find humor in the ache) I began to think today, again, of this disease--the cancer that never cures.