"It's like a crime scene in my pants."
I miss the monthly crime scene in my pants. Not so much the actual scene as what it represented: youth, vitality, fertility. All my eggs have hatched or were disposed of my Nature.
I need to embrace the gifts of menopause: freedom from fear of unwanted pregnancy, no cramps, no PMS, fewer mood fluctuations, no uncontrollable weird food cravings. I need to embrace wisdom gained from participating fully in the experience of life.
But I fight it every step of the way. I apply Retin-A to my face, use sunscreen daily, do yoga, cardio,
lift weights, take college classes for the joy of learning and staving off Alzheimer's disease. Hormone Replacement Therapy is my drug-of-choice. I am not ready to surrender to old age and wait for death to transport me to heaven. Heaven is here on Earth.
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