A year ago, that’s what my internist told me. I had just gotten out of the loony bin, found out my thyroid was low, have sleep apnea, and who knows what else he was looking at. Most people might find that insensitive, but I love this guy, and he meant it as a strange compliment. In other words, “You’ve been through a lot.” He also mentioned that he was impressed that I hadn’t started drinking in order to survive day to day. 🙂
Well, now, friends, we can add another malady to the list. Gentlemen, you may now quit reading. This gets female in the next paragraph. Okay, you’ve been warned.
I am having a hysterectomy on March 4th. I am 42 years old. And, a damned train-wreck. I have fibroids on my uterus that are really causing trouble, so after other conservative measures, a hysterectomy is the last choice.
I’m fine with it. Which is probably surprising a lot of people. The comment I get the most, including from my therapist, is “Ooh. Major surgery. That must be scary.” No. Not in the least. I think this is where my faith in God kicks in with a vengeance. There is truly nothing I can do in order to help or hurt this surgery. I know it is the best thing for me. If I come out of it on the other side, great. If not, I spend eternity in heaven. What’s to be worried or scared about? I’m treating it the same way as getting a wisdom tooth pulled.
I’m a little unsure as to what to expect during recovery, but Tom will be taking time off, my parents will be on-call and taking care of the kids while I am in the hospital, so that is all taken care of.
My biggest concern last week was how being thrusted into menopause was going to affect my bipolar disorder. Was I going to be all over the place? Would I sink into a deep depression?
Kent gave me the greatest news of my life (aside from the two times I took the EPT tests that told me I was pregnant). He said that often hysterectomies affect mood disorders in a very very positive way! WAHOOOOOO! Because hormones have A LOT to do with mood disorders, the reduction of the hormones will most likely help stabilize my moods. No more PMS! WAHOOOOO x 2!
So, while I get to add this to my list of “issues,” I’m looking forward to coming out the other side of this feeling much better. Both physically and mentally. (Oh, but when I asked my psychiatrist about what to expect after the surgery as far as the bipolar disorder goes (and not telling him what Kent had said), his response was a hesitant, “I’m optimistic.” What the heck?! He also asked me what I felt about the economy. What was I supposed to say? “Well, you know, Robert, this week, the Commerce Department reported retail sales crept up 1 percent in January as stores slashed prices. It was a small rise after six straight months of declines, and economists cautioned that sales were likely to slip again as consumers curtail spending.” Not one of my better sessions.)
Well, Pollyanna here, is VERY optimistic.