Thursday, January 31, 2019

Menopause




Here I am at fifty-three years of age, my youngest son calls it "on the way down the mountain" I think (and as I write I look around to make sure woman actually sees me considering this...) it's menopause...the card dealt to all of us in women if we reach 45? 50? 51?....Definitely not a choice...BUT, I'll choose to take this as a challenge...a mountain to climb, a valley to pass...

With probably, thousands, no millions of woman experiencing my chemical reactions and body adjustments and emotional explosions, how is it that I feel all alone?


Very few of those women out there, because I know they're out there, want to talk about these changes. Why? Why are they so afraid? Or are they embarrassed? Maybe it's too confusing to talk about. Heck it's probably as simply as fatigue got the best of them and they're too tired to talk about their lives and minds and bodies....but they should.....it would help....some woman out there....


Maybe when things were simply all out on the discussion table and visible they would either vanish into thin air or they could be dealt with....Maybe....But what would people think?

Update on 7-11-24 on this topic of menopause:

When I was experiencing the many changes to my body: hair loss, extreme dry skin, fatigue, weakness, emotional roller coasters, mental anxiety, I thought things were going to keep going down and only down. Thankfully, although I felt like I was put in the "spin cycle" of my washer, it did stop. I came out of it definitely "older" to put it nicely, but the hairloss, the rollercoasters of emotion, the mental anxiety all dissipated. I had to make changes, I had to accept losses, but I also had to reject foolish fears, that life would never be well again. I had choices to make as I aligned my steps to this pace of life.
Now, when I feel fatigue, it's because I'm choosing not to exercise or rest as I really do need it.

I would be a liar if I said I do not mourn my youth. The strength, the stamina and the beauty, many times I wish I had that strength to just move furniture around like I used to.

However, this season of my life, empty nester and grandmothering, like all the other ones in my adult life, Jesus is right here with me, his rod and staff comfort me. Looking back to 40 years living for Christ is an absolute blessing.

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