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From the Author of…
Crazy! Hot! And Living On The Edge!!
The term “Hot” as in the title of this book refers to many things. But it came from the extreme change-of-life symptoms I started having. It all stemmed from making the decision to have a partial hysterectomy brought on by a fibroid tumor the size of an orange. I was in my early thirties when I had the procedure and over time I started having early symptoms. If I got excited about anything I would have a heat wave come over me. My life became very uncomfortable and unbearable along with a very unstable ability to control my emotions. All kinds of physical ailments started to manifest itself into my life. I had no idea what was happening to me and I didn’t have time to figure it all out until it stopped me cold.
All the while I was trying to raise a child and, after remarrying, taking care of my new husband.
Because of my depleted hormones another challenge had swept into my life like a thief in the night. Hot Flashes. No, make that Extreme Hot Flashes! They’re an intense sensation that grip women in their mid-life years and makes them feel as if they are living in the bowels of a burning furnace. I’m not kidding; it’s that bad and I’m sure a lot of women reading this can relate to what the doctor did next. She asked me to watch a video about menopause, then she gave me a well-known drug that begins with a P. That’s right! She prescribed Premarin!
Contributing to my state of agitation was the fact that I felt I did not have anyone to turn to for old-fashioned, woman to woman advice. My mother died before I could get answers from her, and my mother-in-law didn’t have anything to offer when I consulted with her. I was on my own.
The side effects from the oral prescription of Premarin gave me problems. Therefore, the doctor wrote another prescription — for a patch. I thought that it would improve my condition, however, that was not the case . . . I started breaking out from the glue on the patch. So, I had no choice but to stop taking that!
Finally, the doctors could do nothing more for me, and I became sicker and sicker. The hot flashes got worse—leading to severe “night sweats.” If I pulled the covers on, I had to take them off about 15 minutes to a half hour later. If I turned the heat down . . . my husband turned it up.
One time, I was in the bedroom fanning myself when my hubby approached me, and I said, “Honey it feels like hot air is blowing all over me!” He laughed at the expression on my face, and this exchange lowered my stress level somewhat. Humor does have its rewards! I wanted that heat “off” and he was “freezing.” And so it went like that for some time…
CRAZY! HOT! AND LIVING ON THE EDGE!!
OUR LADY OF VICTORY, THE SAGA OF AN AFRICAN AMERICAN CATHOLIC COMMUNITY
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