I was as crook as a dog.
Vomiting, diarrhea, temperatures, cold sweats, cramps, extreme flows.
I swore to myself at that point that this was irrefutable proof that God was a man. A woman would NEVER do that to another woman.
After 37 years of putting up a brave fight, taking lots of drugs and hormones (most of which I was apparently allergic too as well) I have finally been given my date for surgical removal of the bitch uterus I have been carrying with me for my life.
I couldn't be happier.
I owe it all to the Hatch as well. For many years I always swore that out of my uterus and me, I would end up being the last one standing in this monthly fight I hold. She wanted to know why I didn't just have the bitch removed? I really couldn't give a good reason for not going for surgical intervention ... so now I am.
Thank fuck for that. (This could have gone on for another decade).
Thanks baby. Not only were you the best thing to happen to eminate from me uterus, you were also far smarter than me and my uterus put together!
