Why I Had a Hysterectomy at 36
I’ve never regretted it.
For many months after my surgery, I still dreamt that I was bleeding. I would glance down — blood all over the place, soaking my underwear, running down my thighs. A lapful of blood. Damn, I’d think, and then Oh well, there it is again. Resignation would set in.
Then I’d wake up, and joy! No blood. No periods, no clots, no breakthrough…