I’d go back to menopause with its hot flashes.
I’ve broken a wrist since then. At times I feel like my body is falling apart. Ten years after menopause, I had a heavy menstrual period. Things checked out medically but I was a wreck. I thought I felt something that I assumed was a uterus prolapse. I was scared and devastated. But I turned out to be fine. Things went back to normal. Except there is a new normal.
I used to ask my massage therapist to work on a particular part of my body, but now I don’t know what part to focus on. I need to release tension and aches everywhere. I added more routines like stretching and yoga to my daily life to combat the effect of age on my ailing body. I started weight bearing exercises to build bone mass for my small frame. Now my cardiologist would love for me to go vegan, but he compromised by allowing fish and seafood in my diet, in moderate amounts.
A friend said breaking a bone is a rite of passage. Ha ha. Somehow it did make me feel better. So is menopause. So is growing old. I suppose.
Growing old is not for sissies. It sucks. It affirms. It’s a privilege. I do not want to take it for granted. I will take care of my mental and physical health. I want to raise a glass to Post Menopause. May mine be a long one filled with many happy memories and rites of passage.
