No one ever said it would be easy. Actually, my doctor said to imagine being out in a sea of menopause with no sight of land. I kind of laughed at the time, and thought that nothing could be that bad. I had beat cancer, and pulmonary embolisms, and knee surgery! I would surely get through this as well.
It started immediately after surgery. The doctors said I was lucky. Besides the tumor that grew on basically nothing, adhesions had pretty much taken over my whole insides and almost killed me. Didn’t someone say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger? I’m not sure who that was, but I am not particularly fond of the expression anymore. Though I must be incredibly strong!
Immediately following surgery came the hot flashes. These weren’t sissy hot flashes. These were the I-can’t-take-hormones-and-don’t-have-ovaries anymore kind of hot flashes. I apparently started to undress while I was still under the effects of the anesthesia. My husband saved me from embarrassing myself like only someone can while drugged. Thank you, sweetie!
It was the most amazing heat I have ever felt in my entire life. It was almost as if my blood started to boil from the depths of my core. I wanted to drink an entire glass of cold water or jump into the freezer. It wasn’t until almost a year later that I wanted to kiss the individual that invented the ice packs for your neck. It fits nicely on the back of the neck and equals instant gratification!
