i was 28.
my youngest child was 4, the eldest was 9.
my DH was in india on a missions trip.
i was bleeding to death.
my uterus, was in fact, falling out of my body and pouring the life out of me. my hemoglobin was 4. i was too weak to walk, i laid on the couch all day and ladies from the church brought food and cleaned my house and cared for the kids. i was dying.
when DH called home, after about 2 weeks of this, i told him to come home immediately and shouted over the terrible connection that i was hemorrhaging and needed to have surgery right away. he had trouble understanding what i was saying. but to his credit, he did cut his trip short and within a week was home to prevent my imminent death.
he carried me to a local doctor, who referred me to a specialist, who tried to send me back to the local doctor. i recall sitting in that office, shaking my head, trembling with weakness, and saying, "no, take this out of me. you have to."
i think he knew. and he wrote on my chart, 'pale, but adamant'. scheduled me for surgery. within a week, i was relieved of my hemorrhaging organ and began to live again.
i've often said, i never really felt good a day in my life till i had that hysterectomy.
i began to climb ladders and clean windows. i cooked and played with my children and went for walks and became strong again.
that was many decades ago. most women grieve the loss of their uterus. i don't. i never have. i never missed it.
but i am thankful that it was the home to grow a beautiful daughter and a beautiful son, and an angel child who has grown up in heaven...
and i've never said thank you to it, never appreciated it like i should have.
thank you, dear uterus, for doing your job well. i'm sorry you failed, but i don't miss you.