Over the course of the last 11 months since my hysterectomy I have noticed changes almost daily – in my body and in my psyche. Every morning I wake up and take a deep breathe wondering what the day will bring. It is almost like waiting to see what the new features are going to be at the amusement park’s side show. Most noticeable to those around me are my extra 30 lbs (they all swear looks good on me) and my new found ability to cry at the drop of a hat.
It is hard to admit but I have always worn my heart on my sleeve. But since my hysterectomy it feels like I am wearing a “Susan’s on the edge” dress for all to see. This was never more evident to me then when I took an aptitude test before an interview for a new position at my office. I went through all the “pick a word” – this is that – map this graph – to figure out “what I was”. I really wasn’t thinking much about it as I went through it all as I had taken this test a few years ago and I was a something like “perfectionist with a side of analytical thinker”. As I continued to decipher the hidden meaning from the words I had chosen, it started to become clear things had changed. At one point I had to reveal a word that described me next to a number that correlated with some of the findings. This word was “emotional” – so – I immediately got upset and said out loud “No I Am NOT”. Of course this is the just one of several words, but obviously, things had changed.
This is just one of the many changes that have made me different. The shear experience makes me look at life differently. The things that upset people around me just seem so trivial. They just don’t seem to get it – there is so much for them to be thankful for and they seem to ignore it. I had always taken my health for granted. I had kidney stones and broken bones – I figured that would be the worst of it. I currently long for those days. I have had things done to my body in a doctor’s office that I would have thought would have to be done in an operating room. My body has become someone else’s at this point.
Menopause – I have said enough.
Every day seems to bring something new for me to notice; my hair is breaking, my skin has dry patches, I forget words when I am speaking, I have WAY more grey then I did a year ago and I have a HUGE wrinkle between my eyebrows. The one think that never changes – the pain, the pain is always there. I am thankful that the endometriosis is no longer strangling my large intestines and was pulled for me kidneys. I was just hoping for relief, just some. Maybe my personal side show would be easier to take then.
It doesn’t matter the day – I wake up and just lay and bed and wait – what new thing would come to light at my (un)amusement park today?