Do you want me to get down on my knees?

When I had my hysterectomy 12 years ago, I found a website called Hystersisters.  

It was a support group for women who were "heading up to the castle", to "get their crown". 

I read article after article by the computer light, and cried as I read of other women's stories; so similar to mine, and some solved quicker, some solved over years, like mine. 

When I came back from the castle, crowned in all my womb-less-ness, I veered into new "crowned"  forums, and discovered that the main topic of conversation, between newly crowned queens was how quickly we could all resume sex.  

Yes, after years, of pain, and suffering, and embarrassment, and disgust; we got our bits removed and the first thing we thought of was SEX. 

The giggles I had reading those conversations, and yes, joining in with them.  Outercourse, (as opposed to intercourse)... practising yourself, before you let the man loose... pah ha ha ha  oh yes, it was all good times; tears of laughter this time, instead of frustration. 

I visited back again recently, said hello and was delighted by the responses I received from newly crowned queens, and old regulars; it was funny reading the forums now, and seeing how in ten years that things have changed.  New treatment is available for Endometriosis, there are specialists, there are things that can be done!

And for that reason I am glad, that the doctor today said he would refer me back to Gynecology for a further exam to see what could be done about the left behind endo.  

Guys; appreciate your outy bits.  Inny bits suck. 

But have a bit of the lovely sky which I sat and gazed at tonight.  

There is always something to look and and think, wow, I'm glad I'm alive.