My history with hormones starts in my teens, when I started having problems with my menstruation. It got even worse after I had my daughter just before I turned 17 and by the time I had my son at 21, it was horrible. Sometimes my period lasted for two weeks and it felt like my thighs were ripped apart by sharp claws.
I was on the pill after my son was born, but that didn’t help. Sometimes I bled for three weeks, dry for two and then started bleeding all over again. The gynecologist tried a different pill, then a different one and another after that. I was 24 before he finally gave me something that actually worked. No more irregular menstruation and no more pain. Finally.
That lasted 8 months. Then it started again. I went back and asked the gynecologist to give me a different pill. He couldn’t. The one he gave me was the strongest there was and it could cause cancer. He never told me before he gave it to me.
In the process before he gave me the strong pull, I frequently begged him for a hysterectomy. He always refused, because I was divorced and ‘what if you want more children’. When the strong pill didn’t work anymore, he said there was only one thing he could still do: a hysterectomy.
My uterus was removed one month before I turned twenty-five.
I never had to take hormones as I still have my ovaries, and for about 17 years all was well. Then, at the age if 42, my hormones played up again.
It was early, but I put this down to having my uterus removed at such a young age. I have no idea at what age my mom would’ve gone into menopause, as she her uterus and ovaries were removed in her late thirties, which instantly had her in menopause. The doctor placed her on hormone replacement therapy, and it was only when she started the medical tests to determine the lung cancer that the HRT stopped. She never noticed any symptoms of the menopause.
Because of my mom’s history, I had no frame of reference when I entered menopause.
There were nights of very little sleep, days that were unnaturally hot, sweat dripping from my head even in winter, brittle nails, dry skin… and probably some other symptoms too. It took the better part of ten years to go through that. It’s now been almost a year that I have very little hot flushes, although the night sweats remain. Thankfully they are not as bad as they once were. They don’t wake me up. Another symptom was that I didn’t sleep as well anymore, and that’s still the case unless I take L-tryptofan half an hour before bedtime.
Hormones are tricky little buggers. They have fucked with my sex drive too. It has always been quite high, but isn’t anymore. Oh I am still a very sexual person, but nowadays can easily go without sex for quite some time. It can also just be that my body and mind has adjusted to the little sex we had in the past two years, as I have written in my post, Less Sex, Less Drive.
I would love to have some of my ‘sex hormones’ back, but only when Master T is up for regular sex again. I still believe that once we have sex on a frequent basis again, my body and mind will automatically adjust again. Maybe once we start having regular sex again, my ‘sex hormones’ will automatically be produced again.
One hormone I am keeping close tabs on is the one that is produced by my thyroid. We don’t have a history of thyroid problems in our family, but mom discovered her dysfunctional thyroid purely by accident during blood tests. The count was way too low, and suddenly we understood where her heart flutters and dry skin came from. I have a very dry skin, and had my thyroid tested twice now, and both times it was fine.
There are a lot of different hormones in the body and they influence us from day to day, sometimes not in a good way. If you have symptoms you can’t place, have your blood checked to make sure your hormone levels are still stable.
As for me, my history with hormones continues…
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