Endometriosis is an eating disease. It eats away at our bodies, our fertility, our energy, our families, our friendships, our careers, our hearts and minds. It takes our time away from being with our loved ones. I’ve been away from my home for almost three weeks recovering from surgery. Now I’m back, unpacking from a recent move. A rough start and I feel I’ve been thrown into a life en medias res, a life that was continuing while I was dealing with the beast whose hunger I cannot satisfy, whose thirst I cannot slake. But this time I think the beast is slain; or at least severely wounded. Only time will tell if it emerges again from its hiding. For now, I enjoy a hero’s welcome and the gift of sleeping beauties.