The Day My Vagina Grew Old

I received a pap smear reminder in the mail a few weeks back.  It had been three years since my last smear. Regular pap smears every two years reduce the risk of cervical cancer so they say, especially if you are too old to have received the cervical cancer vaccine. Whatevs. I’ve always loathed that word ‘smear’.  I don’t know why?  It rhymes with many other excellent words; dear, beer, career, cheer…

What’s the point of having my cervix scraped to check for abnormal cells when I’ve already had cancer and all the trimming and trappings of treatment; amputated breasts, gouged out lymph nodes, chemo poison, radiation burn, ovaries shut down, the humiliation of permanent hairloss, and all of the ongoing health issues I have from Zolodex and Tamoxifen medications, blah, blah, blah. I’m alive. I’m lucky. Surely I couldn’t get a second primary cancer?

Could I even face the scrape? Can I be bothered anymore? Why am I so despondant?

Then began a distant chant. At first it was faint. It sounded was like it was coming from the new mosque that hasn’t yet been built in our town but is warmly anticipated. Or perhaps it was from some far off place further up the gully. “Face the scrape! Face the scrape! Face the scrape!”… the chanting got louder and louder.

Then one restless night at 3am this chanting woke me. To be honest, I actually wake every night at 3:00am. Not a moment before, not a second after. I’ve dubbed this hour MI hour, which stands for “menopausal insomnia” hour. This is the hour that menopausal women all over the world open their eyes, throw off the covers because they are hot and sweaty and curse the Gods and get as far away from their partner as they can.

Anyhow, in the dead of this particular night I turned on my iPhone and read this article. “More cancer patients are hearing the words: ‘you have cancer – again!‘” (NBCnews.com, Aug, 24th, 2015). This is the story of the very lovely Judith Bernstein of suburban Philadelphia. Judith who has eaten more shit sandwiches in her life than anyone I know.  Judith has had eight different types of cancer over the last two decades, all treated successfully.

Get the fuck out!  EIGHT DIFFERENT CANCERS!

At one point Judy thought she had cancer in her little finger. Which is totes normal for any one-time cancer survivor. But eight times?!?!? Judy, Judy, Judy. Bless you Judy!

The article went on to highlight another tantalizing tit bit… “Nearly 1 in 5 new cases (of cancer) in the U.S. now involve someone who has had the disease before.”

So armed with this knowledge and the seemingly endless “Face the scrape” chanting, the very next day I made my appointment and later faced my fear of the scrape head on.

My excellent womens health doctor had a bucket load of information to catch up on regarding my health.  Cancer – check. Ovaries turned off – check. Medications – check. Mental health – check. She is always incredibly thorough and I hadn’t seen her since the lump in my breast was diagnosed as cancer in January 2013.

After our lengthy discussion, I went behind the curtain and removed the bottom half of my attire. I lay quietly on the bed with knees falling gently with feet remaining together.  A white blanket gave me some modesty. Women the world over know the drill.

Turns out the scrape is now more like a semi-automatic gun which rotates and bangs tiny holes into your cervix. True. Then my WH doc said, “Oh I can see the walls of your vagina are thinning and dry from your early menopause.”

Excellent. No really, that’s great!

That my friends, was the day my vagina got old. T’was a perfect spring day in our town. I have marked it in my calendar. I might even add it to Facebook as a life event. And the Queen might send it a birthday card when it turns one hundred. Which might not be too far away. I’m also assuming that there will be no more movie roles offered to my vagina either now that it is deemed ‘old’.  <Insert sad face>

Now I really can’t wait for the narrative from my first colonoscopy.

P.S last months bone scan was clear. Sorry, I forgot to come and tell you the good news. I’m still having some follow up tests.


5 Comments on “The Day My Vagina Grew Old”

  1. I can so relate to this!! I recently learned I had the “thinning” vaginal wall… let’s couple this with vaginal dryness and vaginal “atrophy”. Really? I’m atrophy-ing??? So I recently made the decision to try Estriol cream and it really seems to have improved the situation, without the risk of the other estrogens. Also, I found that taking wild yam and other herbals have really helped my other menopausal symptoms for the past few years. No night sweats, no hot flashes, no 3:00 a.m. wake ups. Something for consideration. Take care!

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  2. Felicity says:

    Prematurely old vaginas of the world unite✊✊✊✊

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  3. helensamia says:

    I feel much the same as you about… Other cancers… It cant hit me twice… If it did what would I do… Have not been for my mammogram this year… To much going on adapting to a wheel chair due to radiation… So what else could I lose!!! I had better read this article … I should know better as I know others who have had two different cancers… Take care if that ageing vagina!!! Oh the side effects that keep on giving!!!! Xxx

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  4. Yesterday another young woman (like me) who (like me) just finished “successful” breast cancer treatment said, “But you know we’re gonna get it again, at our age.” WHAT?!! NO, I do not know that! That’s the fear of course but hasn’t been my assumption. Perhaps I’m being naive. 1 in 5. Shit.

    (Happy birthday from my menopaused-induced vagina to yours.)

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  5. Sarah Forbes says:

    Thank u. I totally relate xxx

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