Drenched in the Merida Sun!
Whew, listen. If you’ve ever woken up drenched in sweat, fighting a hot flash that feels like it came straight from the center of the Earth… while also trying to figure out what the hell you were just doing five seconds ago, welcome to the club.
But what happens when you’re not in the U.S.? What happens when Menopause meets Mérida? Well baby… she sweats, she sips her tea, and she survives, all under this tropical sun. This ain’t just about hot flashes. This is about womanhood, wisdom, and weathering the storm in a whole new environment and this is my story.
MY STORY FROM FIBROIDS TO FREEDOM So let me take you back a bit. I had fibroids. Not just one or two, twenty-six. The biggest one was seven pounds. I used to joke that I had a watermelon in me and didn’t even get a baby out of it. I got pictures, I’m not exaggerating. I had my first surgery at 41. They removed all those fibroids, gave me a small window to have a child, but I never met a man I wanted a child with. No regrets, no second thoughts. If I wanted kids, I would’ve had them early. That chapter just wasn’t mine.
Fast forward two years, more fibroids showed up. Then came bilateral ovarian cysts. And that’s when I said, ‘Go ahead. Take it all.’ Full hysterectomy at 43. No uterus. No ovaries. No hormonal treatment. I had already heard too many stories about the risks and the cancer link. I chose the natural path, and what a path it’s been.
Over ten years. Hot flashes. Night sweats. Mood swings. That internal furnace you can’t turn off. But over time, I started to understand my triggers. Sugar? Nope. Salt? Gotta be careful. Carbs late at night? Oh baby, you’re gonna sweat. I had to change how I ate, how I drank water, how I even thought about my body. Now, in my 50s, it’s better. But don’t get it twisted; menopause doesn’t just end. It evolves. It teaches. And sometimes? It tests you. Especially when you’re living in a place like Mérida, where the heat has its own attitude. Read More of this exciting story here…