By Bria Fitz, MA, SWHR Public Policy Fellow The National Academies of Sciences, Engineering, & Medicine (NASEM) released a new […]
The summer of 2019, a month after I graduated from college, I traveled to Paris with my mother. It was a life-altering trip: my first visit to Europe and the experience that forced me to face my anorexia.
Listen to Ashley’s story about the challenges she faced and decisions she made to manage living with narcolepsy and protect herself and her baby during pregnancy.
My husband and I were trying to get pregnant for over a year through on and off infertility treatments. In July 2022, due to an insurance change, we were not able to go through the treatment process.
I was 17 when my gynecologist told me I didn’t have a uterus – that I was born without one, in fact. Confused and angry, I wondered how this could have happened.
I wanted to take charge of my health at a young age so I could make important decisions, but I felt like I wasn’t getting all the necessary information I needed from other providers.
Twenty-six years ago, I was diagnosed with Graves’ disease with exophthalmos. Prior to this autoimmune disease diagnosis, I was always struggling with breathing issues and asthma.
I thought that I was perfectly healthy until age 54. I worked full time for 35 years in the technology industry as a programmer analyst, project manager, and system engineer.
On an August afternoon, at the age of 49, without any warning, I became engulfed in a maelstrom of insanity that spanned 17 days and nearly destroyed me.
Just before my 35th birthday, I scheduled egg retrievals as an insurance policy, sure that I would find someone eventually.