Women are defined in so many different ways. We are defined by our careers, our choices to have or not have children, choices about working or becoming a domestic diva, biologically, emotionally, mentally, our clothes, our hair, our make up and so much more.
When I was in my early 20’s I made the life altering decision to have my tubes tied. I had two beautiful little girls, one of which was born with a congenital heart disease. I had seen both heartwarming and gut wrenching things. I spent a lot of time deliberating, with myself before speaking to anyone about it. Even now, I’m still asked, “But don’t you want more?”. I made a choice not to have more children, for many reasons, there was no single reason and I still feel that it was the right choice for me.
Over the past year, I’ve faced some pretty scary possibilities regarding my reproductive system. I have had multiple blood tests, internal exams and a biopsy. There was a possibility of cancer and I won’t lie, that scared me a lot. The root of the problem was not cancer or some STD or my thyroid. It was simply my body producing too much of one hormone, not enough of another.
Now I’m facing a new decision that affects my view of myself, as a woman. I was given two corrective options when I went to my appointment about my biopsy results. The first was a Mirena IUD. This was the simplest, easiest solution due to time restrictions involving work and kids. Over time, I’ve decided this is not really my ideal choice. I am, in many ways, a Type A personality. I like to have everything planned out, I like punctuality, everything in neat packages, dealing with things head on, do it and get it done. My second choice was an endometrial ablation. In short, simple english, that second choice means having the lining in my uterus burned. A do it and get it done choice.
Let me be clear, that making the choice to have my tubes tied, was and continues to be in my eyes, a permanent choice. That procedure can and has been reversed for many women though and that has been a thought that has brought me comfort when my biological clock started to tick a little too loudly. An endometrial ablation is a choice that is more permanent, it scars the uterine wall, which makes pregnancy impossible. This is a procedure that I have thought about at great lengths and that I am actively pursuing right now because I have time and help.
My struggle lies with how I identify myself as a woman. I am, despite my choice to have my tubes tied, a woman, still within childbearing years. My body and all of the wonders it holds was built to give life. This procedure, although only in some subjective way, takes a piece of my womanhood, my identity as a mother and nurturer, as a whole woman. These are thoughts that have rolled through my mind over the past year. It seems to be a silly fear, but I’ve spent a lot of years learning who I am, learning to love myself so that I can love others and to have that identity change, even if it is for my well being has been a little overwhelming.