Grieving the loss of my uterus (and ovaries)
It all began when I was fourteen years old and was having chronic ovarian cysts rupture multiple times a month. They were painful and I had no idea what was happening. I lived solely with my dad, and pretty much relied on the care of Planned Parenthood to help me through all of my “female” issues because I was too embarrassed to talk with my dad about them. I became very good friends with the nurses at Planned Parenthood which was walking distance from my high school. They tried numerous forms of birth control to try and control the cysts, and for a few years, I self-medicated for the pain. About that same point in life, I was in a car crash and had to have reconstructive spinal surgery so that became my family’s medical focus…and it’s a heck of a lot less embarrassing to talk to your father about your spine than your hoohah!
Eighteen years old and living on my own, I would experience hideous menstrual cycles, so back to Planned Parenthood I went. The doctor told me in “layman terms” that only one of my ovaries functioned and my uterus was covered in endometriosis. He said that the odds of me having a baby were slim. Since my spinal surgeon had told me that it was not a great idea to get pregnant because of the stress on my spine, I concluded that babies were not in my future. So I popped birth control pills every day and did not allow myself to have a period. Four years later I was pregnant….ummm WHAT, how did that happen (yea, yea I know how it happened) but I was on birth control with only one working ovary. WOW, did I feel like Miranda from Sex and the City!………Read More