When the Cure Feels Worse than the Disease. ~ Debra Caplin

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on Jul 19, 2011
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First, a word of caution/encouragement, for the men. This is definitely a girly article. That said, I encourage you to read on, if you have even one woman that you care about in your life. Your knowledge could help them.

By nature, I am a very open person and feel that our whole purpose in swirling around together on this planet is our inter-connectedness, so talking about experiences seems a natural extension to the way I live on this earth.

For those of you who follow my blog, you already know of my ongoing health issues. The last time I wrote about my personal situation, I left off thinking I might be ready to make a decision on prophylactic care. I stalled though, and while deliberating my options for the millionth time, something else completely unrelated came up.

I recently had a hysterectomy. It’s doesn’t sound scary, I know. It is common and many women have had this procedure done. It is so common that I am still completely reeling about how little I knew to expect, and how little I was told beyond the basic limitations post-op. It was not an elective procedure to treat uncomfortable symptoms, it was a medically necessary procedure to treat and cure cervical cancer.

There is a ton of good news in this story. First, the cancer was stage 0 and non-invasive. Woo-hoo! Good news.

I was told they would not need to remove my ovaries, because they were healthy and not affected. Yeow! More good news. That meant I would not be forced into early menopause since the ovaries would still produce hormones. Yes! I was also a candidate for laparoscopy since my diagnosis was not invasive or more advanced. This meant three little holes, one in the belly button and the other two over each hip bone, rather than a large abdominal incision. All great news! (I still feel this way today, by the way).

There is more to the situation that should be explained. First, cervical cancer is slow growing and therefore, with regular pap screenings, is very treatable when caught early.

When I found out that I was going to need to have this surgery, it was five months after my last pap and cone biopsy to evaluate and treat what is known as CIN III, which is absolutely not to be left untreated. The cone was supposed to also be the cure. With persistent CIN III, removing the exterior cells is the treatment – until it’s not. I returned after five months for a repeat pap and the presumption of my doctor was that it would be normal due to the nature of a cone biopsy, being a deeper removal of cells, than the other procedures I had undergone over the three years prior. None of this is really all that horrific in the world of cancer and potential diagnoses and outcomes. I have certainly been more scared with some of the pre-cancerous findings in my breasts in years past, as I knew cervical cancer is very treatable when caught early, and mine was.

When I received my results, I was away in Mexico at a wedding. I wasn’t overly concerned because I hadn’t actually had a good enough phone connection to hear the specific reading. When I returned home, I called and went over the results with my doctor again. It was then I realized I didn’t have the same CIN III I had had all the times before, but a reading I had never even heard of. Due to the result being more serious, even after having undergone the cone five months earlier, my doctor said it was time to consider a hysterectomy which would put this to rest indefinitely. I was in full agreement.

There was a sense of urgency due to the fact that the new result meant there could actually be glandular involvement, not just surface cells, which also meant that it had potentially not only spread further up the cervix, maybe even to the uterus, but also that it might have been more invasive at this point.

I was scared for the first time. I felt my doctor had dropped the ball five months earlier by not being more aggressive. Given my continued repeat CIN III readings and lesser treatments that didn’t seem to be effective in curing anything over three years prior. My current doctor encouraged me not to wait and old friends that I checked in with back in Florida also expressed urgency to follow up. I began to frantically look for a new doctor that could not only see me immediately and run the new test (an endocervical biopsy), but could also do the surgery quickly if I was deemed an appropriate candidate for laparoscopy.

I was told that the recuperation was much shorter then an open procedure and that I could be up and around, nearly back to normal life after 3 weeks time. Sign me up! I had my son’s Bar Mitzvah fast approaching and I wanted to be able to have this behind me. If I could have the surgery within two weeks I would have exactly three weeks to recuperate before his big day. Perfect – until it wasn’t.

This is actually where the point of my writing this begins. As I said, this was not elective surgery. It was “do this or wait until the cancer grows and spreads.” I feel very fortunate to have found a wonderful surgeon that saw me immediately and performed this procedure perfectly. You can barely tell anything happened at all. There is one tiny scar visible. I am not writing to bash my doctor or the amazing hospital where I was treated. I am writing because what happened after is so surreal that I am still in disbelief and as one friend said this morning, when I said I might blog about it, “ you may actually save a life. Do it!”

After my surgery, I was doing amazingly. A little tired, but I never even needed a pain killer. At 6 days post-op, my doctor removed the stitches and put on my steri-strips, sending me on my way, saying she had never had a patient who was doing so well, so fast. Yep, more good news!

Two weeks after the surgery, a switch flipped off. I began to feel incredibly depressed and lonely. I knew that lying around in bed recuperating was tough for someone as active and social as I am, and given the 14 or 15 surgeries I’ve had in the last 14 years, I was not a stranger to feeling off afterwards. Or feeling frustrated that I couldn’t resume my wonderful existence here in Boulder. But this depression was indescribable. It came on so quickly and so pervasively that I couldn’t really even make sense of what was happening. At that point, my son’s Bar Mitzvah was a week away and I switched into survival mode. Knowing I had to get through it, but mentioned to my children’s father who had flown in ahead of the Bar Mitzvah from Miami, and also to the dearest person in my life at the time, who lives in Atlanta, that I felt depressed. I was miserable and could not articulate what I was feeling. It was beyond sadness. It was physical feeling. It was excruciating.

I continued to plug along preparing for the Bar Mitzvah, but all the while my sadness was growing and the loneliness I was feeling was down to the core of my soul. I felt crazy and was looking to find reasons for it in my life. Over the next few weeks I sounded unhappy and discontent about things that were not even real in my life. I will skip the details of how I drove the man crazy with sad emails of how I was unhappy and lonely, but I will skip ahead to the night I began to completely come unhinged.

I had mounting anxiety. I’d been sending emails, knowing they were crazy and unfounded, yet I couldn’t seem to reign myself in or control any of the feelings racing through me at warp speed. One night, about five-and-a-half weeks after my surgery, I snapped. Atlanta called it my Glen Close moment –  I would say that was accurate. I was calling and calling and feeling terror for no apparent reason. I felt like if I didn’t speak with him I would sink into insanity. In reality, I was calling out of fear and reaching out to keep one hand above the water while my mind was slipping away.

On the receiving end, there was a desire for space to contemplate the miserable emails of weeks past. Long and short of it, no bueno. I share all this because the feelings and behaviors were like an out of body experience. That night, thankfully, in a moment of clarity, I stopped calling across the country and reached out for a friend that I knew would be there for me. She told me what I could not see for myself – this was not me and I needed to call my doctor.

That same day I was scheduled to make a very important business call. I had no ability to dial the phone. I had already been walking around for nearly four weeks with a giant lump in my throat and it was all coming to a head. I couldn’t open my mouth to speak because if I did, I knew every last bit of what was holding me together was going to come pouring out over that phone line. The lump of sadness in my throat was like a plug and I was fearful of removing it. This was also why I was relentlessly trying to call Atlanta. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t make the call that afternoon and I was hoping he could talk me down off the proverbial wall.

The next morning, my doctor and I spoke. She explained that even though they had left my ovaries that I might be experiencing severe hormonal backlash from the procedure. This is what I cannot believe never had been discussed before. She explained the anatomy and why it happens… The ovaries are supplied the majority of their blood supply from two sources, the aorta and the uterus. Well, they had cut half the blood supply off when removing the cervix, uterus and tubes during my procedure. She said it takes several months for the body to adjust to the new way of the world. Ok. Great. I was now armed with information that very clearly could have been useful for weeks before. Not only for me but the people close to me.

Two days later Atlanta was gone. I never was able to tell him what was really going on or that I wished I had understood and asked for help sooner. In truth, he could have been in my home, next to me, holding my hand and the loneliness and discomfort I was feeling would have been there, because it was coming from within. I wish I could say this was the worst of it. It was – until it wasn’t. The doctor had me scheduled to come in about nine days later, because when we spoke I had figured things would begin to settle back down. We had determined together that the “switch” I described was exactly when I began ovulating the first time after surgery and I figured I was days away from completing the first full hormonal cycle. It had to get better! Until, it didn’t.

Over the next week, I began to feel overwhelming anxiety and feelings of death. I had never known such terror, and simply willing myself to be okay was not helping. I also knew the facts from the doctor. The thing about knowing something intellectually and not being able to control it is that it’s even more maddening. I wasn’t given anything to regulate the insane chemicals in my body, I was just offered information – and believed that that should have sufficed.

When I started to understand how majorly my hormones were out of whack, I made an appointment with my acupuncturist, hoping that might help regulate them faster. When my dear friend and practitioner put the needles in my body, I began shaking from head to toe. I believe her exact words were, “Dude! Your nervous system is fucked.” Indeed, it was. Two weeks post-Glen Close, I was feeling increasing invasive thoughts of death and ultimately, 36 hours before my next appointment, feelings of suicidal thoughts. In hindsight, I couldn’t separate the intellectual knowledge that this was not okay, and I needed real assistance from these despondent, unrelenting dark thoughts and terrifying wish to make the physical discomfort cease.

I had a friend stay in close contact the last day prior to the appointment, which was first thing Monday morning. That was nine days ago. I went and discussed all this with my surgeon and she immediately offered medication and a psych consult to see me through until things stabilized. We determined that yes, my nervous system was experiencing serious backlash. Not only had they jacked my hormones with the procedure, but they had no knowledge of my compromised nervous system from PTSD – a side effect of multiple incidents of violent crime when I lived in Florida, which any major shift like that will effect, not to mention the effect of anesthesia. All combined, a perfect storm of central nervous system hell.

In hindsight, I should have called her back immediately the week prior and demanded help, but when you’re deep inside a severe and sudden depression, you simply can’t see things clearly. There are no words that amply articulate what I felt, or how god awful the aftermath of this surgery was for me. Amazingly, five days after the right medication was prescribed, I feel nearly 100% myself again.

I write because my sister in law had the same procedure two weeks after me. She contacted me this morning because she is not doing well. I think I may have sounded a bit more extreme, but she is suffering nonetheless. It makes me wonder how we both went through this operation in two different states and neither knew to expect any, let alone, all of what we are left dealing with. I think about the morning after my surgery, in this teaching hospital, when the residents and interns were on rounds with the supervising doctor that morning. They discussed my wildly amusing need to know the weight of my organs the day before in post-op, but the supervising doctor never told the students or me of what I might be able to expect after my discharge. It was a perfect opportunity to teach about caring for the whole person, but that never was addressed. I wouldn’t realize the dire necessity of this until weeks later when my puzzle pieces all came together.

The personal cost was great. I may not be able to repair the last eight weeks on the business front, which was to move forward with the new T Bar concept. I lost an important person in my life that had been the source of laughter and smiles everyday for a year before all this, and I almost lost the fight. I am lucky because I had friends that helped get me through until I was able to get the help I needed and began to feel better. I am left wondering what would have happened if no one had been there for me. I can’t begin to explain how badly I needed the pain to stop and I never would have thought that this could be the result of such a common surgery.

I believe that being vulnerable is the greatest tool in acquiring improbable strength. I am grateful that I was able to ask for help and expose my vulnerability, humiliating in the moment though it was, in order to move past this awful experience renewed, stronger and happy again.

I share openly because there is no reason for someone to suffer like this silently. I share openly because three of my girlfriends said please do. Because if they had not lived it with me, they would never have believed it could happen either. I share openly because my sister in law is still not feeling better and can’t believe it’s real either. I share openly because my two beautiful children had to watch this happen and I don’t want my daughter to ever have to experience the same (and I hope my son will have acquired a knowledge that will help him be more compassionate with the women in his life). We all joke about hormonal craziness, but it’s only funny until it isn’t. I’m okay now, and knowing how far reaching this blog is, it seems the right course of action to share so that maybe someone else, somewhere, will not have to endure the same.

This morning, while pounding the keys of my keyboard to write this, a man came by my table and left a card that read, “Hi. You are the nicest thing to happen to me this morning. Are you in the market for a friend?” I smiled when I looked up at him and he said, “your light shines 50 feet away.” I said thank you and he left.

My light does shine again and I am grateful.

Peace, love and light—always.


Deb Caplin is an “entrepreneur.” Your guess about what that means is as good as hers. Really, her most important job is her kids – though she’ll mention that under her breath at the moment as they’re in France without her for the the few weeks of Summer. A Miami native (which is perhaps where she gets her die-hard hankering for sports fandom), Deb has lived in Boulder for 10 and ½ years. She believes in the power of women, feels it’s perfectly okay to carry a cape in her purse, and that everyone deserves hot lingerie. Keep an eye out for The T*Bar 2.0, the lingerie business Deb is musing over during her daily bike rides in the Foothills of Boulder. You can read her blog and follow progress of The T*Bar.


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31 Responses to “When the Cure Feels Worse than the Disease. ~ Debra Caplin”

  1. kurlykim says:

    Thanking for sharing your story, blew me away! Love and light xx

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  3. thetbar says:

    <3 Thank you.

  4. thetbar says:

    Thanks for sharing. Things are much better and my road bike has been a great help in the process. Improving every day.

  5. anthrogurl says:

    Thank you. SO important to hear another story confirming the DANGERS of hormones. My sister started struggling with depression and eventually suicidal attempts all after having started birth control pills….she tried many different "therapies" until I suggested she STOP taking birth control pills (after having friends who had had similar depression/hearing voices/suicidal attempts after starting the pill). Sure enough, she stopped the birth control, and things gradually started turning around. Now she has "normal" growing-up issues & difficulties, but the heavy depression, hearing voices, and suicidal attempts are gone. I am a strong advocate of bringing attention to THE DANGERS OF HORMONES. Again, thank you and may you continue with a successful recovery.

  6. jenn says:

    thank you for your story

    i had a hysterectomy (complete except my cervix) 3 1/2 years ago due to estrogen positive cancer, and this story is familiar to me. Mostly when i was in chemotherapy treatment, my ovaries shut down for a short time and i lost my mind, crying all the time (which isnt me) and angry, all the emotions, suicidal….i had to go to a psych hospital while in treatment, no fun! hormones are not taken as seriously as i wish they were. no one warned me about all that.

    thanks for posting, and i LOVE the note the man left you, so amazing!

  7. thetbar says:

    Thank you for sharing. I am glad to hear your sister is feeling better!

  8. thetbar says:

    Thanks Jenn
    I LOVED that note, as well. There are always those irreplaceable moments.
    Glad you are sharing your story also. Hope you are feeling well these days.

  9. Anna says:

    Amazing and compelling story, beautiful ending, and educational. I am now armed with knowledge I wouldn't otherwise have…thank you. I'm glad you are getting well.

  10. amber says:

    i'm have feelings so similar to what you've described. maybe not to the extreme but the feelings of doom, despair and anxiety non the less. i'm trying to find out how to wade through. thank you for writing this. is there anymore specifics you can provide, perhaps medications that helped? acupunture helped? etc….

  11. Thank you for posting this. I have been struggling with heavy periods for , it seems like forever, and am one step away from a hysterectomy which I am very, very reluctant to have. I suffer from bouts of depression and the after effects of your hormone hell sound like more than I could bear.
    Thank you so much for sharing. I am even more conviced not to have a hysterectomy now.

  12. Tammy says:

    I too had a hysterectomy (vaginal) and kept my ovaries. (Stage 0 cervical cancer as well) My recovery was amazing- running 3 weeks later. I became increasingly agitated, constantly yelling at my kids and husband. My hair was starting to fall out in clumps and making me even more crazy. My surgeon initially offered me hormone replacement because he warned me my ovaries could be in shock post surgery. I declined because the thought of putting anything unnatural in my body sounded ridiculous! My surgery was in May and by August my husband asked me to reconsider the hormones as he could not recognize me and was sad for our kids. I started in August and I can't believe how quickly life changed. I wished someone would have really pushed the hormones on me and gave me a clear picture of what hormone deficit looks like. I had no idea what was truly going on until I started on estrogen. I'm glad you got it figured out before you went crazy too:))

  13. Chrystabel says:

    I had an elective hysterectomy 4 years ago due to endometriosis/adenomyosis, only a couple of months after the ending of a difficult relationship partly based on the fact that I was experiencing reproductive issues and wanted this surgery. Fortunately it was done laparoscopically, my ovaries & cervix were left intact and I was told that it would prevent the shock of instant menopausal symptoms.
    This description of the insanity and depression are *exactly* what happened. Almost 3 weeks to the day after the surgery. I never told anyone how bad it got. The people around me assumed it was due to the traumatic relationship, and I believed it, fervently trying to cope with this out-of-control madness, blaming it on myself, on the ex, never once correlating the physical and psychological symptoms with the hormonal shift. This was very much like what the elder women in my life have described menopause as being, only it seemed I was experiencing so much more intensely.

    Thank you so much for posting, this could indeed save some women from such horror, and it has been a load off my shoulders to know for sure that I am not alone.
    Bless You!

  14. Chrystabel says:

    My hysterectomy was voluntary, and it gave me back my active life, no longer dreading heavy menstrual periods with their clotting and pain. You have not posted your age, but I was only 31 and would have had to face at least 15 to 20 more years with 1 week (or more) every month being hardly able to move without pain or soaking through pads.
    With the knowledge that Deb has presented in this article, you can take steps to be prepared for the hormonal shift. I would do the surgery again in a second. I have my life back for good now! Bless you and best wishes whatever you choose.

  15. cindycap says:

    I know too well the horrors of sudden-onset depression ala Glenn Close as you described.Hormones can pull perfectly sane women to death's door and it's no joke. Along the way are the damaged relationships, killed business deals and lost jobs. Be it from surgery, menopause or a medical condition or medication, hormone surges, imbalances and fluccuations cannot be overlooked as mere inconveniences.

  16. gasmenagerie says:

    I had the same procedure over a year ago. I had a young woman doctor that did explain that the trauma to the ovaries may cause some hormonal issues for a bit. I was already medicated for depression so I didn't have that, but I did have some vague symptoms of menopause for a few months that have now gone.

    I'm so glad you received help – even if it was a bit too late to salvage some things. I know how devastating depression is. Mine also led to some crazy Glenn Close moments. My children will forever remember the time mommy threw the magic markers at the wall and they exploded in fantastic colors everywhere! How lucky I was to have a doctor that recognized my symptoms and worked with me to find the right medication and therapy.

    The procedure itself really is a modern miracle for women. I had an AM surgery and left around 4pm that afternoon. I was walking the next day and able to do everything but strenuous exercise and lifting in about a week. What a change from the horror stories I had heard from older women in my life!

  17. gasmenagerie says:

    Ablation is a wonderful choice for those symptoms!

  18. Cat says:

    Thank you for sharing your story, it’s incredibly important.

    I suffered a hormonal backlash after an abortion, with the anaesthetic triggering my past history of PTSD and causing a depressive breakdown with anxiety and extreme claustrophobia. It took me 5 years to recover.

    Hormones are incredibly powerful things that can change everything. I’m so glad you have spoken out, so more people are aware of this issue.

  19. Gayle Ellison-Davis says:

    was an earlier than expected menopause … not that that would have changed the severe depression, anxiety, suicidal and homocidal feelings.
    the pain she speaks of is so real and something i would never wish upon my greatest enemy. feeling alone in it was even worse. i had support,but since i have always been a moody thing, it was a lot of, “oh, you’ll snap out of it.” until i didn’t.
    2 hospitalisations and 31/2 years later … i am stable on meds and putting my life back together. looking for a job, or perhaps my own confidant/peer support/life coach /reiki practice … i still am not sure. some days i am still not sure i belong alive at all … not exactly suicidal, but … i don’t want to be ‘here’. i fear falling into a self medcated addiction, which is one reason why i write openly about this as well [She Who Holds Space/ Gayle Ellison-Davis on Facebook]
    i have quiet there lately … i can see that i still am managing and dealing with this on a daily basis, and people who also suffer [yes. true suffering] with depression and anxiety need to know that managing means being frightfully aware of my equilibrium on a moment to moment basis.

    this is a very inportant blog posting and i uphold all that you are into the light. … no one ever mentions depression as a possible effect of menopause either …
    <3 gayle

  20. Julie says:

    Thank you so much for sharing your story. I may be looking at a hysterectomy this summer after 2 years of abnormal paps, 2 colposcopies and a LEEP which has only resulted in another abnormal pap just last week. I had never heard of these sorts of hormone side effects. I’m 57, and almost on the other side of menopause, but not quite, and use essential oils now to keep my moods better balanced. I did use Bio-identical hormones for 2 ½ years for sleep and basic sanity 🙂 My biggest fear about this operation was recuperating and being able to work afterwards (hopefully within 4 weeks- office support). Now I’ll make sure to have this other, important hormone conversation with my new doctor. The thought of losing this precious female organ saddens me…but it served me well by giving me 3 beautiful children! <3<3<3

  21. Bobbie Jo Lopp says:

    I’ve noticed my breasts hurt so bad to. I have hormone overload.

  22. birdsong says:

    Thanks for sharing your story, I'm glad your light is shining once again. I'm sorry you had to go through this but glad you have come through it stronger.

    I recently had the depo injection as a form of birth control, with no warning or advice on the effect it would have on my body. I knew it would mess with my periods but it plunged me into a deep depression, with severe anxiety attacks and hysterical crying. I was signed off work, and eventually had to resign. I had mood swings like I've never experienced before, and genuinely felt that I was losing my mind, and my personality. I would snap at the slightest thing, became suicidal and pushed my partner and friends away. I know it is down to the large influx of hormone from the depo injection and I'm only just starting on the upward climb to normality. It's worrying that people aren't aware of how much hormones can affect your life or just dismiss you when you try and explain the potential dangers of hormonal birth control. Great for some women, but a great personal cost for others.

  23. mystoryrevealed2 says:

    Wow. Thanks for sharing your story. It gave me retrospective comfort. I had a hysterectomy (complete, including one ovary) following years, no decades, of what tuned out to be Adenomyosis and one ovary covered w/ cysts.The previous year, I had been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder; manifesting as depression and DYSphoria (anxiety, not EUphoria, as generally assumed with bi-polar). I'd already lived through a year-long nightmare of trial/error psychotropic meds, which escalated my "imbalance" to obsessive suicidal thoughts and even an attempt (by taking the whole bottle of my psych meds!). I had never, ever been a "suicidal" person prior. No one going into my surgery, not my PsyD or Gyno "professionals" had much idea what to expect or what to advise about my already "tentative" phsycological/emotional state and the impending surgery. No ultrasound was performed to determine what was "discovered" when they attempted the laprascopic surgery; my uterus was enlarged to 16 cm (I'm told that's about the size of a 16 week pregnancy!). I ended up having the equivalent of a c-section delivery of my enlarged uterus! The surgery and post-op went off without a hitch. I went home, feeling "fine" just a few days afterward. I live alone, and managed my daily routine [gingerly] for a few days. On the third day, I was in searing pain. After being "assured" by friends and my Dr. office (by phone) that everything was probably "alright," I ended up in the ER, and had an emergency surgery later that night. An ultrasound revealed that the very large abdominal cavity (where my uterus had been) was filled with blood. I was hemorrhaging internally! Recovery from this was beyond a nightmare. I mentioned I was living alone, with no family nearby and well-meaning friends who had lives, jobs, families and challenges of their own, were intermittently available to shop/run errands, etc. I was so weak, I literally could barely lift a glass of water, or walk/crawl to the bathroom! No one thought to test me for anemia (after 2 surgeries and massive blood loss!) until I visited my GP almost a month later! I was so anemic, it was recommended that I undergo a transfusion. Turned out, I had also contracted pneumonia (presumably while hospitalized) which was complicated by extended convalesence (being completely bed-bound). In short, I was a weck physically, and I havent' even gotten to the emotional/psychological impact.
    As I mentioned, when I underwent the hysterectomy and subsequent emergency surgery, I was in the throes of the "Let's try THIS" approach to finding the "right" psychotropic meds/combos, after becoming suicidal on multiple "educated guesses," which IMHO is what PsyD's do, in attempting to balance psychological/emotional imbalances. I was so depressed that if I'd had the physical strength and means to act, I might have attempted suicide again! Incredibly, nearly everyone continued to try to assure me that what I was feeling (emotionally and physically) was normal; just the "usual blues" pain and weakness following surgery and serious illness. I didn't feel at all "assured," and their attempts only felt completely DISCOUNTING of what I was actually experiencing. To ADD to my depression, I gained neary 60 pounds through all of this (in a matter of months); a combination of the meds, being bedridden and who knows WHAT was going on hormonally. I was bloated, my face was huge (like I'd been on steroids), and I was at the lowest place (thankfully) that I've ever been in my life.
    I'd like to add that I am a VERY strong, independent and resoundingly positive person, with a very solid spiritual foundation and decades of study in personal development…I had a HUGE reservoir of self-help tools; I couldn't even get my "toolbox" open, let alone implement any of the "positive thinking" practices that had worked so well for me throughout my life. Being self-employed, and I had no insurance. I was amassing huge medical expnses, and I had no income to make ends meet, even for my basic living necessities. Virtually no one recognized, acknowledged or knew what to do to help me through this horrible confluence of circumstances.

  24. mystoryrevealed2 says:

    My procedure I wrote about in the earlier post was more than 5 years ago. If I had it to do over, I would absolutely have the hysterectomy. In fact, I should have had one years earlier, if anyone had considered or examined me for the serious and dibilitating condition, Adenomyosis, (my GP) ultimately identified. However, had I known then, what I know now…if I'd had ANY idea of the catastrophic consequences I suffered for at least a year following the surgeries, I would have made different decisions and been much better prepared.
    There is a reason it is called "Practicing" medicine: Alopathic medicine is entirely inept when it comes to understanding ANYTHING about how the body, mind, spirit connection, and how anything affects EVERYTHING in our complex Beings. "Modern Medicine" has become so specialized, that Drs. know virtually nothing about any part of the body they aren't educated to diagnose, cut, poison (er prescribe) or "treat" (placate) with superficial remedies. Sadly, they are not "healers" by any stretch of the term.
    It is encumbent on each of us to make our own "Well-being" our own response-ability! Even though I research everything I can, and I certainly did so during all of this, I could not have imagined the impact all of these factors had on me, on every level.
    After more than 5 years, I am thrilled to no longer suffer the pain and disability of Adenomyosis and debilitating menstrual cycles. After years of "trial and error" with psychotropic meds, horrific side-effects, massive weight-gain and aggrevation of symptoms if mood instability, I have chosen to forgo those "experimental" drugs. I do not advocate people with emotional/psychologic/mood imbalances just throwing their meds away and "going it alone." That is not wise! I practice ongoing personal management, which includes closely monitoring my moods/behavior and overall well-being. I made a personal commitment to ongoing "therapy" for mental health. I practice meditation and use many tools, including supplements/diet to manage my Well-being.
    I support anyone/everyone in researching what is right for themselves; in learning ALL they can about how medications and procedures may affect them, and in making decisions and getting the support they need on every level to take loving care of themselves. Wishing all much health and happiness <3

  25. Jess says:

    Thank you, from Mexico. I also had this operation, and it was necessary too. My symtoms were not as intense, but as you explain, it was as if I was looking at my life from outside my body. As if I was a puppet of my owm intense emotions. It took me about a year to feel whole again, and I too didn’t get any advice or warning from my doctor about this process of the body. I hope other woman that need this operation don’t get discouraged from it, because now I can say that my life changed for the better and I hope your are also doing much better now.

  26. Christy says:

    Thank you for your story…the part you mentioned about your nervous system really got my attention. I had a hysterectomy 3 years ago due to endometriosis and I was left with one ovary. I had hormonal issues and depression and still have pelvic pain due to scar tissue. With the hormones I was able to deal with them by taking natural supplements. Now I've been dealing with all kinds of health problems and some of them include my sensory/nervous system (could be dysautonomia). It seems like my body is reacting to everything and my allergies/sensitivities that I had prior to the surgery to some things for the past 10 years…are now allergies/sensitivities to most things (ingestants, contactants, inhalants, EMFs, sun, lights, heat, etc.). I recently found out from my lab work that I have under-methylation and leaky gut/blood-brain issues which I can take supplements for if I can find some that I'm not allergic to. I have seen so many different doctors and they say there's nothing they can do. I've been working with different energy healers and I'm even reacting to that now too. I have done extensive emotional work and practice meditation and pray daily. Even though the reactions/symptoms can be unbearable at times, I do my best to stay positive. Please let me know if anyone knows of anything or anyone that might be able to help. Thank you!

  27. Ellie says:

    I want to thank you for sharing this. I had a hormonal disorder for which I had my ovaries removed. I was not told about the operation until they asked my consent luckily I had guessed and thought that I was ready for it. In the years since I realise that I was not. Yes it cured me from something that would have killed me very slowly and painfully as it almost had many times over. But it has left me with out the chance of ever having kids which is a pain that’s hard to bear. Now I feel like there is a hole inside which can never be filled. Yes my hormones are not sending me insane each month but it was a high price to pay. And done with no thought or word about the aftermath post recovery from the op.

  28. Geri says:

    Thank you, I’m sharing this article with fellow therapists. We treat women and I found this very informative. I plan on learning more about the reaction due to past PTSD, very interesting.

  29. WendyKate says:

    Thank you a million times over! I had the same procedure two and a half years ago and slipped into the same despondent depression. It took a year to realize its hold over me and to go get help. That was the worst year of my life (and should have been the happiest, as I had gotten married and started my life with my new husband and his three awesome daughters). I can remember not caring if I lived or died. I was a miserable person to be around. And I was exhausted. All. The. Time. I though t I was just simply broken – a medical freak that experience “the perfect storm” of problems that created the depression, Hashimoto’s (thyroid disease) and adrenal exhaustion – that it was just me. Until today.

  30. novae1054 says:

    So I am trying to figure this out, did none of you do research on the surgery you were having, including the author? I had endometriosis, uterine fibroids, and stage 0 ovarian cancer and PCOS of my left ovary (I had already had my right ovary removed 6 years earlier due to PCOS). It was urgent that I had a hysterectomy, I had been watched for 6 months prior because I was 26 and they didn't believe I could have ovarian cancer that young. During the last month before it because clear I truly needed to have a hysterectomy, which it seemed the author had this amount of time, I was doing all sorts of research. I was trying to figure out what I could do to hormonally reduce the backlash, I started with a blood test to figure out what my hormone levels were and started replacement to get me to a more human level. Once I had my total hysterectomy, I had an open procedure and was made to stay in the hospital 3 days, I felt amazing and continued to do so after the surgery. I was back at work a week later and kept feeling better. My doctor told me in a month to come back and have another blood test to see if the hormones I was taking was enough to stabilize me, they weren't so we increased them slightly. I am trying to figure out why women are so afraid to take hormone replacements, and why people do not research their surgeries prior to having them. Sorry to be critical.

  31. Alison says:

    Your story validated so much of what has surrounded my life after my full hysterectomy. Thank you for writing this post. My heart needed to hear the same story, PTSD included, from someone else who has been through the same hellish experience. Though my symptoms have not abated after 5 years of constant medical care post-op, I pray your symptoms diminish and disappear quickly. Namaste