All the advise I received before the procedure proved to be ever true and I'm so glad I took it to heart. A hysterectomy is not defined as major surgery for no good reason, you really do need at least six weeks off to rest, recover, and recuperate, it takes months to get back to speed both physically and mentally, and in the end, it's every bit worth it.
It hasn't fully sunk in yet, but in time I'm sure I'll appreciate the absence of my monthly visitor, even though I'll still be seen traipsing through Wal Mart with Kotex pads hitching a ride in my cart, on behalf of our little Dani. Plus, let's not overlook the hilarious thought that it's only a matter of time when the humbling day nudges it's way into reality of which I'll not only be purchasing Kotex in my post menapausal years, but eventually succumb to tossing Depends into the buggy as well. I only pray my future clerks will be gifted with exceptional oblivion on the days I saunter in to stock up on perplexing personal paraphernalia, lest I be driven from the super mart on a blast jocularity.
So there we have it. The journey with your sista who had a hysta has come to a close. I've learned a lot through the endeavor and hope you have too. Thanks for joining me on my hike to renewed health but though it's been a joy, let's not do it again anytime soon.
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