My experience after hysterectomy at 30 years old

At first, everyone around me said it was a normal physiological need and that drinking some brown sugar ginger tea would relieve it. Or after getting married and giving birth, they will automatically get rid of the problem. If they see a doctor, they will be ridiculed. A lot of benevolence tells you frankly: "This is something that all women experience every month, and no one is so delicate."

It was not until all the painkillers had become ineffective that I went to the hospital for a physical examination, and the result was multiple uterine fibroids. Cause of disease: Family clustering, but I got the disease at an early age. I was just over 26 that year and single. The feeling of helplessness that spread from the soles of my feet was like a hammer, smashing my ankle bones from bottom to top. I was unable to stand up, and I lay limply on the cold bench in the hospital, unable to recover for a long time.

From then on, a very confident but very unconfident mentality appeared in me at the same time. Perhaps I wanted to use that little bit of confidence to cover up the deepest unconfidence.

This continued until I met my current husband, Miki. A man who knew I had fertility problems before getting married, but still chose to accept me.

The days that followed were like those of most couples who have difficulty conceiving. They began a long journey of seeking medical treatment and having a child. They went to authoritative hospitals in Shanghai, Hangzhou, Nanjing, and Quzhou, but in the end, there was really no cure, so they went to even the most out-of-favor hospitals. I tried all the traditional treatment plans given by doctors, but the disappointment was far greater than my expectations. It is valuable to have Sanmu's company all the time, which is somewhat comforting.

From the initial desire to have a child, to being able to relieve pain halfway, to the ultimate self-protection, it was only four short years.

For ordinary people, these four years are just like the time passing by. As for one thing, there was a period of time every month when I was in so much pain that I often wanted to throw myself down from the upstairs apartment and end it all.

My medicine box is filled with the medicines prescribed by the hospital, from the initial painkillers to the final tranquilizers. The side effects have become more and more frequent in my body. I was also suffering from subacute urticaria and renal failure.

That day, I went to the hospital for regular maintenance. Even on a sunny day, it was a chilling place. Sure enough, I was missed this time. My hemoglobin concentration was less than 6 per gram, indicating severe anemia.