On average menopause starts at age 52 and goes until age 54.  And that can vary a great deal – starting much earlier and lasting for as long as ten years – it’s really anyone’s guess.  I will never know when menopause would have started for me because I went into surgical menopause at the age of 48.  About a year ago I asked my doctor if I was past menopause.  He said there was no sure way to tell because I supplement hormones so some of the changes that would be expected won’t occur unless I stop supplementing them.  And I’m not about to do that.

Right after surgery they put me on the transdermal patch so that I wouldn’t go cold turkey without any means of producing estrogen (they had removed my uterus, ovaries and cervix).  We never found out until over a year later but the estrogen wasn’t getting into my bloodstream.  I actually did fairly well during that potentially dark time.  No close friends, relatives or co-workers were murdered with an ax.  I didn’t pull any day long crying jags – or any crying jags for that matter.  What did happen was that I felt old.  And it wasn’t a good feeling.  I wasn’t me.

Once the blood test revealed that the patch wasn’t working for me (why didn’t I have that blood test sooner!!!)  I quickly pursued another course of action.  And once I was on the right level of estrogen, progesterone and testosterone for me – I started getting younger again.  So whew, I was over the worst of it.  Right?

Well, then there was that pesky old weight gain.  Was it all the fault of menopause or was it my thyroid issues.  I’ll never really know for sure.  But thanks to some serious dieting (and let’s face it this is not the first time I’ve chunked up and had to get serious on a diet) I’m over that phase as well – at least for now.

And today I’m 54.  So I’m going to assume that I’m past menopause and ready to take stock.  It’s been a journey.  I’ve traveled to the land of old and then stopped off in the land of fat and now I’m back.  And what happens when you’re back?  It’s like someone put you in a time machine and took you back to when you really were younger.  There’s a bounce in your step and a gleam in your eye.  You know it and other people comment about it.  It feels good.  And it’s a huge relief to know that you can still feel good about yourself  – like you used to way back when.

Happy Birthday to me!  And look out!