Hot Flash On The Horizon

Tomorrow morning I part with my ovaries.  I really don't want to do this, but I sure as hell don't want ovarian cancer either. 

I like my hormones.  I got a small taste of life without them during "chemopause" and I didn't like it.  It's true that the hormones would be leaving me in the next couple of years anyway, but I would have preferred a gentle slide into menopause versus a hard smack in the face.  I'm one of those people that likes to slowly work my way into a cold swimming pool instead of diving in head first.  Tomorrow's surgery will be a big dive.

I'm not worried about the actual surgery.  In fact, it's kind of funny how non-chalant I feel about the procedure.  This is surgery number 4 in the period of 18 months; I'm an old hand at this now.  I've had a c-section and my uterus removed years ago so I know what to exect as far as pain goes.  This surgery is laproscopic so it shouldn't be nearly as bad.  But life without estrogen.... that's another thing all together.

I suppose I shall survive this too.

I was visiting Atlanta a few weeks back and a group of friends and I were walking in the downtown area afer dinner one night.  There were many homeless people in the streets and there were people sleeping on the sidewalk.  Little Rock has its share of homeless people but we have enough "green space" around that they seem to stay more hidden.  I don't have a great deal of exposure to the homeless.  Seeing a grown man sleeping on the sidewalk broke my heart.  So really - what do I have to complain about?  Losing my ovaries won't be all fun but at least I have a home, a job, plenty to eat, and friends and family that love me.

Well, let the hot flashes begin.