The End of You and Me

Written March 2017: In eight days I will have a partial hysterectomy. Not that I am counting. But really, I am. It is a day I am both dreading and looking to in anticipation.
If medical issues make you squeamish, you probably shouldn't read this post. If female medical issues make you uncomfortable, just stop. Seriously.

Before Roland was born, and really for almost as long as I can remember I have had issues with my reproductive organs. I have had my reproductive organs a "hostile environment for a fetus." I was told having children would solve most of my issues by the same doctor who told me it would be incredibly difficult for us to conceive a child. I have been diagnosed with endometriosis and PCO/PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome). I have two holes in my uterus, and it is tilted. Basically, it is a miracle I was able to have children in the first place. Let alone three of them, back-to-back.

But, the time has come. My uterus has decided to break up with me. I have not stopped bleeding since I had Zelda (I warned you). Then, since I didn't get the message it decided to pull a stage 3 prolapse. So now I am walking around with a bloody uterus which feels like it is about to fall out of my body. After a lot of prayers and fasting and doctors visits and calls with the nurse, and medicine, and essential oils, and herbs, and chiropractors, and physical therapists... over years and years, the time has come.

So in the words of JoJo I told my uterus to "Leave" ... or more realistically after some scary close calls and the words "medically necessary"being thrown around my uterus dumped me. But its cool, no hard feelings. We weren't all that compatible in the first place. And while it lasted she carried six children, three of whom I carried full term, and have the privilege of raising.

So, no we won't be making any pregnancy announcements any time soon, or ever again for that matter.

We are enjoying our little family and each one of our chlidren's unique personalities.
I would write more but Roland is running around naked, chasing a screaming Hazel, and Zelda demands that her teething be soothed with some momma snuggles.

Life goes on.

**Post surgery update: I am feeling so much better. It has been years since I have been able to workout and run around with my kids without serious pain. my body was in rough shape and I am grateful this helped.

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