>Many moons ago, I thought I was done.

>I thought I was done timing these lunar cycles. Not the full moons that send my students’ behaviors into the stratosphere, but the cycles that most women know and tolerate and handle with an aplomb that very few men could face on a monthly basis, thank you very much.

I thought I was done facing the dementors, those Potter-esque creatures that make their victims chilled to the bone, feel like they’ll never be happy again, and after the attack, head for the chocolate.

I was rejoicing, cleaning out the bathroom vanity and saying, “I don’t need these supplies any more!”

Enough euphemisms, readers? I thought I had reached the big M: Menopause.

I was wrong.

After restocking the bathroom and heaving a deep, heavy sigh, I realized this had gone on a bit longer than normal. I made note of the start date and kept track of unusual traits. Three weeks in, I called the clinic.

We scheduled tests. Blood tests, ultrasounds, the works. I thanked my lucky stars that I have good coverage. I thanked my lucky stars that I didn’t decide to teach summer school this year; I had the flexibility to schedule appointments without making sub plans and using up sick days. I could even — well, anything more borders on TMI, much too much information.

Results came in:
I’m anemic. Not surprising, to be honest.
I have a few abnormal cells here and there, but nothing serious.
These should not be problems. But should, you know, is a bogus word.

Based on this, we move ahead. I’ll keep you informed, readers and friends. So far, rest easy in the knowledge that I’m resting and recovering, too. And I’m hiding that box of fudge in the refrigerator.

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5 thoughts on “>Many moons ago, I thought I was done.

  1. >Wishing you the best. I hope all your tests come back okay and it's nothing major.

    (P.S. in menopause myself…it really is a joy when you know you don't have to buy those anymore…)

  2. >My grandmother thought she was going through the "change of life." Turns out she was just knocked up at 40. Back in 50s that was unheard of.

    It sucks about the anemia. 😉

  3. >I'm sure you know that is probably nothing–which I know from personal experience helps just a smidge.

    I have had some friends go through similar experiences around menopause–I hope this is just one of those things.

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