Unexpected news, being a ball of feelings, and listening to your body
Buckle up, we're diving in.
Let me first preface this by saying, I am a-okay. Nothing concerning going on over here. But I did find out last week that I get to have a full hysterectomy in a few weeks. I sort of knew it was coming; I’ve been dealing with the same issues for years. But scheduling it on my calendar, talking to my doctor about HRT, and considering the finality of it all…
Well, I cried a few tears. And that took me by surprise. Bryan took me out to lunch for gumbo and a glass of champagne on a Tuesday. Bless him. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
My kids are 14, 10, and 10. This kitchen has been closed for a long time. Our family was made complete ten years ago. Or well, maybe technically the day we adopted Walter, our pup. I digress.
Still, I’ve battled with those parts of me for decades. Nothing about starting a family was easy. Ever. Not even the pregnancies themselves. I don’t even have enough space here to name it all — infertility, ovarian torsion, Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome after IVF, and on and on and on. Did I mention I was surprisingly born with just one ovary? Seriously, though, it’s been a journey.
