On turning 43: Welcome to Exile
by Exile From Hysteria
Tonight I officially welcomed exile.
I marked the occasion with a small birthday cake bearing the image of an angry uterus. In a few short days, a hysterectomy will remove mine.
Somehow turning 43 was more of a milestone than I expected.
Some would say I’m starting out this new year on a bad foot. That getting a hysterectomy seven days in is just terrible form.
The last two months have been beyond enlightening. I’ve had tough discussions about babies with the man I love. Made gut-wrenching decisions about my future. Opened up to share my vulnerabilities with strangers. Allowed myself to accept help from friends.
Along the way, something funny happened.
I got stronger.
More than you’ll ever know.
So in a way, this hysterectomy, the twisting pain from the endometriosis, is all a blessing.
I closed my eyes, reflected on the upcoming few days, and blew the candles out.
I’m pretty sure that wish will come true.