08/16/2026
I’ve been a little quiet on here lately… and I think I’m finally ready to share why. 🤍
If I’m being completely vulnerable, part of me hesitated to post this because I thought, “Diosito (God)… people are probably thinking, what is happening to this girl NOW?!” 😅😂 It feels like the last few years have brought one thing after another.
But this is real life. And if sharing my story encourages even ONE woman to listen to her body, advocate for herself, or feel less alone, then it’s worth sharing. 🤍
⚠️ A little warning before you swipe: the last photo is an actual surgical image of the mass/tumor found on my o***y. If you’re sensitive to medical images, please don’t swipe all the way through. 🫣
In December 2023, I had a hysterectomy after years of struggling with adenomyosis, endometriosis, cysts, pain, and gynecological issues. I truly believed that chapter of my life was finally behind me.
Unfortunately, endometriosis had other plans.
This July, I ended up in the ER in excruciating pain. What started as another trip to the hospital turned into emergency surgery. My only remaining o***y had ruptured and I was bleeding internally. During surgery, doctors found a large mass/tumor, blood and clots, scar tissue, and endometriosis.
And just like that, I lost my last o***y.
The word tumor was terrifying. Waiting to know whether it was cancer was terrifying.
But by the grace of God, it was benign. 🙏🏼😭
The mass was related to endometriosis, the same disease I have battled for most of my life.
I share that because women’s pain is so often normalized. We’re told painful periods are just part of being a woman. We push through. We work through it. We convince ourselves we’re being dramatic.
Please listen to your body.
Please advocate for yourself.
Ask the questions. Request the testing. Get the second opinion. And if something doesn’t feel right, keep asking until someone listens.
Adenomyosis and endometriosis are REAL, and they can affect so much more than a period. I wish I had understood that when I was younger.
This recovery has also been incredibly emotional for me.
I wasn’t able to begin the school year with my students. 💔 Anyone who knows me knows how much I LOVE the beginning of school; preparing my classroom, meeting my babies, learning their personalities, establishing our little classroom family. Having to watch the first day come and go from home was harder than I expected.
But my body needed me more.
For once, I had to choose healing instead of pushing through.
And somewhere in all of this, God reminded me of something I desperately needed to hear:
He made me a teacher for a reason. 🍎🤍
My journey to having children of my own may not have looked the way I once dreamed it would. And losing my final o***y closed a door that carries its own grief.
But God has never stopped placing children in my life for me to love.
Every year, He gives me another classroom full of little humans to teach, encourage, protect, celebrate, and love. I get to be Nani. I get to be an aunt. I get to love so many children who have become pieces of my heart.
Maybe motherhood and love don’t always arrive in the package we imagined. 🥹
Right now, my job is simply to heal. To give my body the grace and time it deserves after everything it has carried.
And I could not have made it through this season without my village. 🤍
My husband, my parents, my cuata, my family, my friends, my coworkers, my school family, and every single person who called, texted, visited, brought flowers, checked on me, covered for me, loved on my students, or whispered my name in a prayer…
thank you.
You carried me through some very scary days.
And above all, thank You, God. 🙏🏼
For protecting me.
For putting the right people beside me.
For another benign pathology report.
For reminding me that slowing down is not giving up.
And for giving me another chance to heal.
I’m still recovering. I’m still adjusting. I’m still learning what this new chapter looks like.
But I’m here. 🤍
And soon, God willing, Mrs. Figs will be back where she belongs; in her classroom with her babies. 🍎🥹🫶🏼
If you take anything from my very long, very unexpected story, let it be this:
Know your body. Trust your body. Advocate for your body.
No one knows it better than you do.
🤍
