Does it matter....

It doesn't matter that right now I am consumed with pain and have been bedridden for going on three straight days...
It doesn't matter that I haven't eating at all today or had a full meal for three days...
It doesn't matter that I have school work that needs to be done, housework that has been piling up, and a husband waiting for me to get out of bed and cook...
It doesn't matter that I've had enough, can't take anymore physically, mentally, or emotionally...
It doesn't matter that I am all cried out, started a new job, or want kids....
It doesn't matter that many are uneducated and don't see the internal storm, hurricane, or war going on inside of me...
It doesn't matter that I can't handle another surgery or fear loosing my last ovary...
It doesn't matter that it sometimes hurt to urinate, have a bowel movements, increased anxiety, depression, insomnia, and extreme fatigue...
It doesn't matter if there's a holiday around the corner, a shift to work, or an event to attend...
It doesn't care that right now the sun is shining and all I want to do is get out the bed and enjoy this lovely day...
It doesn't matter that I have to take pain meds almost daily eventually affecting my kidneys and liver...
It doesn't matter that pain levels can't be detected by blood-work and that it is merely a subjective issue for the patient, but an objective issue for the caregiver...
It doesn't matter that I enjoy having sex and would like for it to not hurt...
It doesn't matter that I am newly married and just want to appear untouched by this horrible disease...
It doesn't matter how strong I am...
It doesn't matter that all of those things matter and affect me....
Does it...