Stepping up the Game~ Accountability

OK ladies,

As I said above, I am stepping up the game here at Redefining Life w/ PMDD Network~! I am adding an accountability section, and YES! I expect everyone to participate. :)
You will benefit from this if you do, I promise.

I have said it over and over again, you can NOT just pop some magic pill to cure PMDD, there isn’t a pill and there isn’t a ‘cure’ though some have had incredible results from a hysterectomy, others not so much.

You MUST take care of yourself and while it may not seem ‘fair’, it is what it is.  We need exercise daily, if not daily then start with 3x/week, adequate amount of sleep, healthy diet, vitamins & for some medication.

I am adding a daily and a weekly accountability section, under the healthier living category.  If it’s too hard for you to remember what you did, how long and when, print a calendar and mark it.

Goal: Workout at least 3x/week, post what you did (no matter how small), how long you did the activity, and when.

I WILL be keeping a printed chart of this to make it easier for me to keep up with all of you, individually.  I mean business here, ladies. :)

Again, doesn’t matter how big or small the physical activity is, it’s about getting up off that couch and doing it.  I will also be posting ideas for anyone that needs a little help along the way.

C’mon ladies, let’s give that PMDD a punch in the face!

Reply to this if you plan on joining in the fun!

Asking for doctors again…looking for help from you

Okay ladies, there are Women in real need for doctors that understand PMDD in the following areas:

If you have a great doctor that worked with you and listened to your needs, please email me at redefininglifewpmdd@gmail.com or reply here.

New Jersey
Fort Worth, TX

Anyone in or around the San Antonio area, I can highly recommend my doctors office, they have several offices open and over 29 doctors. I have personally seen 3 of the doctors and do know that Women from all over the world that visit.

doctors, wellness or womens centers

Okay ladies,
Let’s try this again :)

Please let me know if you have visited a doctor, a center or a neuropath, etc…..that you have been pleased with, in regards to your PMDD.

Please email me at redefininglifewpmdd@gmail.com or reply here with the state, city, (zip if possible), phone number (if possible), basically as much info as you can on where the doctor is located, make it easy for another Woman with PMDD to get in contact with them.

So many Women have to jump through hoops to get a doctor to listen and believe that PMDD is not just in our heads. I believe this section will really help all of us.

Stef Prose, PMDD Advocate

after #3 (journal entry 21 days post op, nothing you can name)

I have a dream in which I am standing in a high school. A teenage girl stands beside me and shares that she almost had to have a hysterectomy. But I was too young, she says. They found another option. Oh. I had to have a hysterectomy recently, I reply. She looks at me and in my dream there is so much space between us but we are standing right beside each other. I am suddenly afraid that she will tell the way I used to fear gossip and revealed secrets in high school.

 

I wake and think about how I feel too young to have had a hysterectomy, but somehow not young enough to have the right to object. I have, after all, had one child. And I am not, like some women who have this surgery, in my 20’s. But there is this baby thought, the one where I kept the door open to the option of having one more. I imagined I would be a 39 or 40 year old pregnant woman.  I thought my son would like to be an older brother. I tucked away names and imagined baby girls and baby boys in brief day dreams. There was no intense longing, but an unquestioned possibility.

 

Yesterday I saw a neighborhood acquaintance that I felt comfortable speaking with about my surgery. I shared the news with another woman later who asked where I had been (she hadn’t seen me around my son’s school). I feel an urge to share this with select people in order to face it, to own it, to be okay with it. But I am afraid the sharing will spread until everyone looks at me as the woman who can’t have babies, who has been emptied of all identifying reproductive organs, who isn’t the same as they are, who isn’t anything they can name.