Dear Uterus--
People don't talk about things that hurt.
We should.
Hysterectomy's aren't as cute as babies. They're not as fun as vacations. They're not as juicy as gossip-- or as fun to share. But they happen-- and there are people like me who have this happen to them and they don't know what's normal. They don't have a way to validate their feelings-- because no one talks about things that hurt.
Yesterday someone messaged me, and I hope that they don't mind me telling you this, but she thanked me for Day 11. She'd waited for years to have those emotions validated-- to know she wasn't the only one.
I've had others reach out to me. Women that related to my story, women that were anxious to follow whatever this turns out to be. I've had tons of messages from women that I'd never known before. They wanted me to know I wasn't alone.
I'd actually planned a different type of letter today, all the way up until my fingers starting typing. Then this came out, and I think it needed to. If nothing comes from these next 353 days but a little comfort for myself and some other wonderful ladies-- that is absolutely perfect.
Because people don't talk about things that hurt.
-Michelle
People don't talk about things that hurt.
We should.
Hysterectomy's aren't as cute as babies. They're not as fun as vacations. They're not as juicy as gossip-- or as fun to share. But they happen-- and there are people like me who have this happen to them and they don't know what's normal. They don't have a way to validate their feelings-- because no one talks about things that hurt.
Yesterday someone messaged me, and I hope that they don't mind me telling you this, but she thanked me for Day 11. She'd waited for years to have those emotions validated-- to know she wasn't the only one.
I've had others reach out to me. Women that related to my story, women that were anxious to follow whatever this turns out to be. I've had tons of messages from women that I'd never known before. They wanted me to know I wasn't alone.
I'd actually planned a different type of letter today, all the way up until my fingers starting typing. Then this came out, and I think it needed to. If nothing comes from these next 353 days but a little comfort for myself and some other wonderful ladies-- that is absolutely perfect.
Because people don't talk about things that hurt.
-Michelle
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