A number of years ago, I received a letter from the agency that handled my adoption. This letter contained non-identifying information about my birth family. It was the first opportunity that I had to date to learn anything about my family of origin and I devoured the information looking for clues to fill in the blanks of who I was.
Lately I’ve been thinking about my maternal grandmother. The letter stated that she died of menopause! It’s kind of interesting to speculate about what her real cause of death was given that, as far as I know, it’s not possible to actually die as a result of menopause!
For the past couple of days I have felt a kinship to my grandmother. If it actually were possible to die of menopause, I think that I must be getting close to that point. I am so tired of not sleeping well, of hormone-related mood swings, of sleeping in Lake Michigan as a result of night sweats, and other things that I won’t even write about. (probably already TMI!)
Yuck…yuck…and more yuck.