Return visit to my ob-gyn this past Friday afternoon to discuss the results of my latest sonogram. Cysts in my swollen ovaries, and all that jazz. She recommended I go on birth control — see, my former ob-gyn still hasn\’t released my files — and was thrown a little off kilter when I told her I already have an IUD in. Oh, and have been on hormonal birth control already for twelve years. The hormones are supposed to help prevent the cysts from growing, but not in my broken system, apparently. So we discussed alternative plans.
After calmly explaining my long list of reasons, she agreed that despite my young age, I was ready to make the right decision for myself. (Usually, doctors won\’t agree to this until a woman is in her 30\’s.) Therefore, sometime during this winter break in school, I\’m getting my tubes tied and a partial hysterectomy. Yessir, after many years of begging, I\’m finally getting my reproductive system removed.
I am immensely relieved and overjoyed by this. I called my mum to tell her the good news, and she told me I was weird, because she said I\’m the only woman she\’s ever heard of to be happy to have her parts removed. She doesn\’t know my generation; I\’ve known quite a few like me over the years.
It\’s coming out! No babies for me! No more problems with my menstrual cycle! No more hormonal medication that makes me ill and loses its efficacy! Hell yeah!
