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Three years ago, I went to the hospital for a pain I’d been dealing with for a couple of years. They tried all sorts of treatments, but nothing worked, and eventually they decided I might need some kind of intervention. I figured this out when they handed me a piece of paper outlining the procedure, along with some horrendous side effects. I felt I had no choice, but I hoped they’d explain more about the situation and the treatment. No one really told me anything beyond what was on that paper. I was in pain and felt stuck, so I went ahead with it. When I got home, the side effects hit me hard — they were awful. The treatment temporarily made me weakly incontinent, which was a horrific experience. You take control of your body for granted, and then suddenly it’s gone. If I’d been given proper information about what to expect, I might have coped better. Instead, I was caught short in all sorts of places, which was frightening, and I started to worry it might never end. No one reassured m...