Today I want to talk with you about something completely not sexy: hysterectomies and cancer. Let’s face it, when you don’t feel well, sexy is the furthest thing from your mind. I have experience with both, though admittedly the cancer was in the form of a mole. With a lot of breast cancer among the women in my family, I’m very aware of the potential for me to become afflicted with breast cancer.
I hate when they say you ‘get’ cancer. It’s not like anyone goes shopping to buy it or picks it out of a garden or gets it as a gift. Seems more accurate to say a person becomes afflicted with it, don’t you think? I want to urge each and every one of you to get those breast exams, paps and mammograms. I recently learned that a new cancerous growth can double in size in less than a year. I’d asked several doctors over the years about removing my mole and was told it was nothing. In that last year, it completely changed. That’s reason enough for me to show up for the tests on my birthday. Don’t risk it.
Now on the hysterectomy. The most common reason for them is cancer. However, it is also a viable solution to many other problems. This is where I fell into. I had completely lost energy. I slept in late, took naps in the afternoon and still went to bed early. And it wasn’t enough. Blood tests revealed nothing out of the ordinary.
I’ve always had ordinarily harsh and long menstrual cycles but they worsened and I began clotting. Over the months, very sharp pains came with the passing of the clots. So I asked my doctor. He told me if they were disrupting my life to consider a hysterectomy (or the other alternatives of partials—there are several options). I figured I could tough it out. After all, that’s a scary thing to consider.
A year later, I had it done. My doctor told me afterwards that he expected me to come back in a month. I waited a year. How stupid I was! I literally spent entire afternoons sitting on the john, in pain, during that time and it was a terrible bloody accident in the middle of a rock concert 200 miles from home, that made me decide I wanted to get it over with.
I’ve never regretted it. I have my energy back. No more messy clothes and spending money on pads and tampons. No more pain. My uterus had been the size of a cantaloupe! That’s mind-boggling.
My sister-in-law had one of the alternative partials done to correct a constant peeing problem she developed. Her uterus had dropped, putting pressure on her bladder. It became a source of constant embarrassment for her in her workplace. She, too, says she’s never been happier.
Ladies, you don’t have to put up with this stuff. See your doctor if something’s not right. They can help you decide what is best for you but please, please don’t ignore the problem. You owe it to yourself, to your family.
Be healthy, happy and sexy!