When my children were young, one huge worry was— Will I live till I am fifty? It haunted me. No one knows what is in store for them. I could only hope and pray. With the early death of my own mother, I didn’t want my own children growing motherless. To me it was the biggest calamity which could happen in a child’s life.
Most women in my family had died young. My aunts, maternal grandmother, mother — they didn’t survive. Thanks to God, I hanged on despite the many operations in my life.
After fifty I look back at life. It is a bonus.
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Daily Prompt: Powerful Suggestion
What’s the one piece of advice you wish someone had given you a year (or five, or ten……..) ago?
After hysterectomy no one, and by no one I mean the doctor too, told me not to lift heavy objects, or sit on my haunches.
I would do the housework, never giving any thought in lifting or moving things on my own. The end result was a prolapse of the bladder. I had a miserable life for the next twelve years. Twelve years of my life living a nightmare. I would wish that on no one.
The first time I went to see a gynecologist can you believe what she said, “Think of this as a boon. You won’t have urine leaking problem in later life.”
What was I going through, and what was she saying?
There was a failed operation to correct it at the hands of another incompetent doctor. This resulted in further misery. God save other women from her.
I lived through the terrible time. Finally in May 2012, I had another operation by a wonderful doctor. I got my life back to normal. God bless him always.