Farewell to the Sisterhood!

"There are only two certainties in life", the saying goes - "death and taxes"! This morning, I added a third - my final period, ever!

Weird as it seems, I didn't think it would end like this. Before my diagnosis, I thought that I would go into that twilight zone known as "peri-menopause" where my hitherto regular-as-clockwork monthly visitor would start to become erratic, unpredictable and tiresome - rather like a small creature on steroids. I was almost hoping that, having resigned myself to the sub-total hysterectomy, my body would react by starting that process, thus suddenly shrinking the fibroid and negating the need for surgery.

No such luck, it feels like my hormones are fighting to the end - "we're not your problem and we're going to soldier on until the last!" they seem to be saying. There is a slim chance that removing my uterus will lead to an early menopause but with this fortitude, I'm feeling optimistic that this may not be the case.

Time to think about what I'm going to do with the extra storage space, in my cupboard, suitcase, handbag ...