Usually, at thirty five years old, I wouldn’t be writing on this topic. However, post chemo and the hysterectomy I get to be the fun adventurer having hot flashes and night sweats.
It’s almost like some sort of “werewolf gone terribly wrong” syndrome: the sun goes down and my whole body goes for the flash burn.
Last night, we went to a parent’s meeting at the kids’ school. That’s right, last night as in AFTER SUNSET. It was a crazy n ight — the wind was blowing like mad, trees were down, it sounded like a banshee was wrapping herself around the school buildings and wailing and moaning. And I was resplendent in pouring heat and sweat. Sigh.
There are days I honestly feel self-conscious enough that I would rather not leave the house. If I’m being honest, I have to cop to that one. But no, I went to the meeting and even spoke to the room during a hot flash. By the way, take a bit of natural shyness (which makes me blush) and add a hot flash and you get me in my new incarnation as a cherry tomato.
The nice part was the fact that I was surrounded by mostly women, and one of them was having hot flashes too. It helps to laugh it off and have someone suffer right along with me. 🙂
Today marks a busy day with the words, and a lot of sitting around recovering from that darn vacuum cleaner kicking my butt. FYI, it will be less expensive to buy a new one than to have it repaired. Vacuums. Man, oh man.
Blessings to you all on this (for us) chilly morning! xoxo