My childhood treating doctors couldn't come up with a diagnose that would explain why I was bleeding, feeling bloated, cramps, mood swings. At the first the doctors suggested that I changed my eating habits? To make matters even more complicating, my periods were irregularly making it difficult for the doctors to catch the flow in action, and finally diagnose it. There were moments when I didn't know wither to sit or stand, I often wet my clothes as a result. Months later, the bleeding came back, associated with the cramps. It was another car ride back to the ER. This time, surgery was required. While I was under anesthesia, I had no idea what was done to me. Now that I'm grown up, all what is left is a scar on my body, the stitches are already gone from an area that they sowed up.