My Body, My Choice

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You always hear the saying "my body, my choice." But is it really? Lately I've been forced with making a major, irreversible decision about my body. I have severe endometriosis, with damaged fallopian tubes and ovaries that are glued to my bowel. The only way to correct this issue is surgery, which could also get rid of the endometriosis if they extracted it. But the surgery comes with its risks and nobody will give me a clear recommendation on how to proceed. My regular gynecologist, who discovered this issue, said the tubes definitely need to come out. The specialist she sent me to said "she might be right," but wouldn't recommend one form of treatment over another. My primary doctor recommended not having surgery to treat it unless I'm in agony (she has absolutely nothing to do with treating this issue; I only asked her opinion since I figured it's best to get as many medical opinions as possible.) I'm seeing another gynecologist next month and will ask her opinion as well. The people who have no problem giving their opinions, however, are my mother and partner, both who are staunchly opposed to me having surgery. They think I should just take birth control and that will be the end of it. Except I have a bad history with birth control and know my body doesn't do well on it. Last time I was on the Pill I thought I had a stroke (probably a really bad migraine, as I've gotten those since I was two years old. I never had one like that before or since, though, as I immediately stopped taking the Pill after that happened.) I don't like being at an increased risk of stroke, blood clots, or heart attack. It's my body, my choice, right? So I have the right to say "NO, I DON'T want to take the Pill!" Tell that to them, though, and they act like I'm a petulant two year old or an idiot, and get mad at the notion that I'm still contemplating surgery. What I would like to do is treat this issue in a way that will give me the most peace of mind. Right now it's not being treated. I cannot go through life panicking over whether I'll have a tubal pregnancy or not (an increased risk with the damaged tubes) and praying that my period comes, then being miserable and in agony when it does. A hysterectomy would do away with those issues, but comes with its own risks. Removing the tubes and extracting the endometriosis would give me some peace of mind, but that would still likely leave me in pain during that time of month. Honestly, I wouldn't hesitate to have this surgery if not for the fact that my organs are adhered to my bowel, which makes it riskier (I could experience a perforated bowel or bladder, or wind up with a bowel obstruction depending on how the scar tissue grows back.) I'm terrified of that happening. But I'm also terrified of risking a tubal pregnancy or the endometriosis spreading, or getting cancer because apparently it puts me at an increased risk of certain types of cancer. And worst of all, I'm terrified of losing my health insurance and not being able to do anything to treat it further down the road. So what to do? Sometimes when it's "my body, my choice," the choices aren't so simple.