Plus, I've told you about puking, and pot brownies, and ER visits, and losing my hair, insane amounts of pain, and confessed suicidal ideation--and even if you haven't been reading these blog posts, you've been reading my FB which deals with sex, politics, and money, so, this is really a minor issue by comparison, but I JUST GOT MY PERIOD for the first time since my first hormone depot in June to induce a temporary menopause that doctors believe will preserve ovums (even thought the research does not show the effects to be statistically significant) since there wasn't enough time for IVF or ovary freezing. And if I were the praying type, I'd be praying: "Please, please, please, let me get another in a month. And the next month. And the next. Please." Because I don't want to be in eggless and in menopause and wrinkly and spotty and having hot flashes and saggy at 28. No offense, my ladies who are in menopause. I'll take it when I'm 40 like everyone else. It's just it's not supposed to be my time yet. Ya know?
I never thought that I would be happy to menstruate, but here I am. Ecstatic. The things cancer makes you happy about. Seriously.
