I said goodbye to my uterus seven days ago.
I’m 36 – and at the age where most people are building their families, I no longer have a uterus, cervix or fallopian tubes. And for the first time in my life, I feel free.
The effect that this small – but significant – organ had on my family hit home when my eight-year-old daughter said to me, “I can’t wait for your uterus to be gone so that you won’t be a grumpy mummy anymore.”
I’d never seen it through her eyes before; I had been so concentrated on managing my pain.
You see, since I was 16 I’ve been ‘uterually challenged’.
Excruciating period pain; endometriosis, four laparoscopy surgeries; low-grade cancer cell changes, two procedures to remove them; fertility treatment, one miscarriage, one D&C (an operation to scrape away the womb lining), two pregnancies; post-birth complications; two bleeds, including one very unpleasant experience where my cervix was manually scraped out hours after giving birth.
My final destination was a little known but horrendous condition called adenomyosis, where endometriosis tunnels into your uterine wall. Unbeknown to me at the time, this is a common condition following endo, fertility treatment and pregnancy.