I am in surgically induced menopause. I had a total hysterectomy a few months ago. It's surgery I should have had at least 20 years ago, but you know why it didn't happen: in a nutshell, fucktard doctors who refuse to believe a woman who has no need for her uterus. (And I'll add a thump to movie star sluts who breed in their 50's--HOLLY HUNTER AND GENA DAVIS, YOU EMPTY-HEADED TWATS--I'M TALKING TO YOU!)
I lived for years with miserable periods and constant bleeding. I had polycystic ovary disease, endometriosis and a strong family history of endometrial and ovarian cancer. Doctors were more than willing to give me a lap and a D&C every two years for bleeding. Truthfully, all they wanted to do was keep me healthy until I Changed My Mind(TM), meaning a big L&D bill for them or more $ for fertility treatments. It's disgraceful, really. If it were my gall bladder, it would have been gone by age 25.
The endometriosis was all over my bowels and it was inoperable. It hurt to walk. I had THREE surgeons, two to remove my uterus, ovaries and tubes, and another one reconstruct my bladder. My uterus and rectum were stuck together. I had a vertical incision and 18 sets of staples.
Despite this, I went back to work at 6 weeks and I was back on the road for business travel at 8 weeks. I feel fabulous. I haven't taken estrogen yet because I see no need. I do think there is something to the fact that women who define themselves by their parts and collapse into despair when their uteri don't work anymore. I think it's very telling. Doesn't parunthood mean you eventually work yourself out of a job? Your kids are supposed to grow up and you go back to your life. But because these women have lost any identity that doesn't involve their womb, they can't deal.
I also DESPISE the crunchy-granola, Earth Mooother types who rhapsodize over their female parts and go into hysterics at the very thought of a hysterectomy. I stopped speaking to one friend over it. I hadn't spoken to her in six months, and out of the blue she sent me an e-mail telling me her N.D. said she could "cure" me (sight unseen) when she heard I was going to have a hysterectomy. She asked me to PLEASE TALK TO HER before I did so. Instead I blocked her e-mails. My ex friend is seeing this name N.D. and had to stop working due to her health. I think she needs to concentrate on herself rather than freak out because someone is having a hysterectomy.
My conclusion about these hippy-dippy Earth Mother types? Those bitches must not have bled the way I did. I bet if they have lived in my body for a couple of months, they would have been at the doctor's office pronto.
Back to topic: I drink soy, take black kohosh every day, and I also use a topical cream called tri-gesterone. It has progesterone, DHEA a little testosterone. I've not had any hot flashes yet in 3.5 months. I should also mention I eat lots of organic fruits and vegetables and I have a healthful diet. No caffeine, very little alcohol, no red meat.
I am convinced that surgery saved my life. Or at least it made my life a whole lot more tolerable. It's been a blessing.