I have had an unwilling absence from the internet.  My cable went out.  Yesterday.  Or maybe the night before while I slept.  Of course I didn’t know that when, perky as could be, I took my coffee …

When I was young and juicy and single, I was really hot….Yet, here I am at 57, in pretty good shape for an old broad, menopausal to be sure, and yet I almost never even think of SEX. I can’t believe it.

About two months ago, while showering I found a lump on my left breast. I ran my fingers across it as I was taught to do. Yes, it is there, it’s not my imagination.

The envelope came this week. To be honest, it came as a bit of a surprise. I really thought the mailman made a mistake…..till I saw my name on it. Wait a minute here, I’m not 50 yet. I haven’t wrapped my head around the fact yet…. that I’ll be 50 in September. WOW! It’s not that I don’t KNOW I’ll be 50 this year and in some ways I’ve been preparing for what I want to do for my birthday. But there is a difference between planning a getaway to a spa and a boozy filled weekend with the girls and shoving a “Hey yo, yeah you, you’re old” card in my face.

“My vagina is dying,” my friend told me on the phone yesterday.
“Come on!” I replied as I put down my tea and instantly started doing kegels.
“No, really. My vagina is literally wasting away. My doctor says I have vaginal atrophy.”
“No, shit!” I said as I pictured gravity having it’s way with my friend’s once taut pelvic muscles. “What’s it from?”
“No estrogen. Fucking menopause…sucks.”

by Karen Batchelor of MidLife’s A Trip

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