A Murder Mystery and a Medical Mystery

erin mccole cupp author photoToday I welcome my friend and Catholic Writers’ Guild Conference roommate, Erin McCole-Cupp, as she continues her Don’t You Forget About Me book tour. Erin and I discovered that we have plenty in common:

  • we both have 3 children
  • we’re both members of Third Orders (she’s a Dominican)
  • we both love reading and writing
  • we both have endometriosis.

dyfam cover artErin found inspiration for a novel in this “silent” disease. Here’s her story.

“There’s Nothing We Can Do For You”:  Endometriosis and the Catholic Girl

by Erin McCole-Cupp

I sat next to my husband in yet another pleather office chair.  Yet another reproductive endocrinologist sat across from us.  A supposedly clever cartoon was framed on the wall behind her.  The bubble-letter caption read “Test Tube Babies!”  The illustration was of a giant test tube overflowing with chubby, giggling, diaper-clad (note:  100% Caucasian) babies, climbing out of some kind of bubbly fluid sloshing around at the bottom of the tube.

The results of a few blood tests were sprawled on the desk between us. The doctor had just offered three separate “treatment options.”

I sighed.  “I don’t want to do anything that won’t actually heal whatever problem I have—and you don’t even know what that is.  I want to heal my body more than I want to get pregnant.”

“Well, the Pill will force your hormones—“

“We’ve already been through this, haven’t we?  Will the Pill actually heal anything?”

She gave me a patronizing grimace.  “But I can’t prescribe the testosterone blockers unless you’re on—“

I shook my head.  “I said I’m not comfortable with that.”

It was now her turn to pause, then sigh.  “Then I’m sorry.  There’s nothing we can do for you.”

She wasn’t the first one to say that to us.  She wouldn’t be the last.  We’d been trying to get pregnant for about three years.  It was like every doctor we met had no idea how to heal a body, just to force pregnancy on or away from it.  “Nothing we can do for you,” was something we were quite tired of hearing.

I often say that my novel Don’t You Forget About Me was born from a collision of scars.  If you have or have had endometriosis, you have a deeper (pun intended) understanding of what the word “scars” can mean.

I’d had years of gynecological pain and infertility.  I’d had a few ultrasounds here, some bloodwork there, but not a single doctor could offer me healing.  They offered me hormonal birth control pills.  I refused because I wanted to have children, not side effects, and if I had a problem, I wanted to find it, not cover it up.  They offered me IVF.  “Don’t you want to have a child of your own?”  I refused because humans deserve to begin their lives in a warm embrace that was designed for love, not in a petri dish.  They offered me a hysterectomy.  I refused because that would just create more problems.  Besides, see the part where I wanted to have children?

Why couldn’t they find out what was going on with my body?  Why wouldn’t they?

About a year after giving up the first time, against all odds, my husband and I found ourselves expecting twins.  When an article of mine about our miracle pregnancy ran in our local Catholic paper, I received an email from a nurse who said there was this new approach to women’s health called NaPro Technology.  She suggested I get in touch with her to see if we could find treatment.  I’d already been told so many times that, “There’s nothing we can do for you,” that I couldn’t imagine NaPro Technology would have any way to help my husband and me.  I replied, “Thanks, but no thanks.”  I was lucky to have the babies I did.  What was the point of ever trying for more—much less just trying to feel better—when there’s “nothing we can do for you?”

When we despair, however, God often pokes us with a stick.  The stick He used to poke me was the day I found myself in the emergency room, shocked that I was having an ovarian cyst rupture when the pain level really felt for all the world like a kidney stone.  The closest thing to a “pro-life” GYN in our county recommended either high-level birth control… or a total hysterectomy.

I was 35.  I suddenly found myself unwilling to give up.  I remembered that term, “NaPro.”

I soon found a wonderful NaPro doctor two hours away:  that’s practically our backyard, given how few and far between NaPro trained surgeons are.  As I went for my pre-op testing, the various techs would see my doctor’s name and say, “Isn’t he wonderful?  He has patients coming to him from Ohio, New England, even Canada.”

Two months after my surgery to remove endometriosis lesions, I saw this:

testBefore, during, and after pregnancy, that NaPro practice has been able to help me—actually help me.  I carried to term, did not experience a whiff of postpartum depression, have even seen my Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder simply disappear.  Best of all, I now get to capture moments like this:

erins familyThree now.  Count ‘em.  Three.  And a little dog, too.

Maybe you’ve heard it too, over and over, time after heartbreaking time from secular medical practice after secular medical practice:  “There’s nothing we can do for you.”  If those practitioners neglect the root issues involved in gynecological problems and throw the Pill or IVF or a hysterectomy at everything they see, then no, there’s probably nothing they can do for you.

However, if there was hope for me, I pray that there is hope for you.  I hope you find healing, and I hope your current pain bears much fruit.  Mine bore a baby and a now even a novel.  I pray it bears the fruit of healing for you as well, dear reader, and so much more.

Barb’s note:  My own journey with endometriosis has not ended this well; it involved a hysterectomy and a second surgery two years later to remove my ovaries and a ton of scar tissue. I do know that my experience in using Natural Family Planning helped me gather and analyze data about what was happening that ultimately–after I found a doctor who listened–got me some relief from the pain and other uncomfortable symptoms I was experiencing.

It was fascinating to me to read Erin’s novel and see the role endometriosis played in the characters’ lives. But you don’t have to be an endometriosis survivor to enjoy this book. You’ll love it if you like a suspenseful story with a dash of snark, spiced up with some ’80s music and Italian food. (It even made me cry!)

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12 thoughts on “A Murder Mystery and a Medical Mystery

    • I agree that every woman should know *about* NaPro. However, even as a NaPro success story and a CrMS user myself, I actually feel that particular *system* may not be for everybody. If you need a system to help you and your medical team DX gynecological issues, then yes, CrMS with a NaPro practicioner is beyond a blessing. However, for someone with a healthy fertility system already in place, CrMS might be, dare I say it, overkill? It’s not the most user-friendly charting system in the world (speaking from experience), but easier systems are out there that are just as effective in helping a couple live in harmony with the procreative nature of the sexual union.

      Anyway, if you’re reading this and you’ve tried CrMS and thought, “This is too hard! I’m never charting again!” Go find out some other methods that may work for you. You could also look on your diocesan web page for their respect life office. Onemoresoul.com is another great resource, as is the Couple to Couple League. (Barb, did you use CrMS or another?)

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  1. Barb, I’m so glad to have discovered your blog!

    I was fortunate to get a copy of Erin’s fantastic novel at the Catholic Writers Guild conference this summer–a pre-publication proof–and after reading it I told her publisher I thought it was going to a HUGE hit. I’ve got to write a review of it and post it on Amazon, now that it’s been released. She is such a great writer–and I assume we haven’t seen the last of Cate Wheeler/Whelihan.

    It was interesting how Erin wove all that scientific information about endometriosis into this murder mystery/suspense book (along with a lot of humor and a will-they-or-won’t-they-get-together side story). I know some people who have suffered with that condition and how heart-breaking it can be.

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