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Who wants to talk about my awful periods again? No one? Well, buckle up because this post is a doozy.

Things have changed and surgeries are happening. It’s going to be fine. Nobody ovary-act.

If you’re bored you can read my previous post on period drama here. Since that post, things have changed, and sadly not for the better!

It turns out the extra progesterone I was taking really started off a series of events that spanned a few months and ended with me in a gynecologist’s office on Wednesday being told I would need to have my uterus removed.

Let’s back up a little bit with a tiny recap. I’ve had really awful periods my whole menstruating life. Like heavy and painful. A friend of mine read The Menopause Manifesto and said there is a chapter called “Period Mayhem” and it basically describes everything I deal with. I’m an entire chapter!

But it was my normal so I assumed it was normal. I started realizing early last fall that it wasn’t normal and that maybe I should see someone.

All gynecologists I called in September 2021 were booked until November 2022. Yeah, as in I still wouldn’t be seen at this point had I scheduled an appointment LAST fall. I ended up seeing a naturopath who put me on progesterone and that worked for a while. Until it didn’t.

In late March the doctor increased my progesterone dose which was a tipping point for everything that happened next. It was a really crappy three months but in hindsight, I’m glad it happened because it spurred me to further action.

My friends, I have been consistently bleeding since March 27th. It’s been like a 100+ day period with a few pauses here and there. My friends have jokingly been blaming me for single-handily causing the nationwide tampon shortage in the US.

And while it absolutely sucked, I figured it was my body regulating itself off the extra progesterone. But it was taking a very long time so in June I finally went back to the doctor and begged to be put on a low dose of birth control.

Birth control was not my goal but I just wanted to stop bleeding. I was in full-on triage mode. I asked for a three-month supply and then I would reassess.

It had only been three weeks but the pill hadn’t seemed to do much. Again, I figured that it was probably an adjustment period and I would give it another month or so. And then I had a few incidents that I just couldn’t ignore.

Last week I was at the ocean solo for a few days and it was heaven. HEAVEN! I could do whatever I wanted, walk how often I wanted, eat, and read to my heart’s content.

I was rested at night because Troy wasn’t snoring and Bennett wasn’t waking up asking for water even though there is a damn glass of water right next to his damn bed. Just reach your freaking hand out child. Sorry, tangent there.

Even with the most ideal and rested scenario, around Tuesday I started feeling really run down. Like REALLY run down. To the point that I could have laid down and taken a very long nap. I’m not a napper – ever. Like ever. First red flag.

I was also running every other day and each run felt like I had 30-pound ankle weights around each ankle. It felt like I was running through Jell-o.

My mile pace was also 1 minute more than normal and at first, I thought it was the process of getting back into running consistently. But then I compared it to other times I started back up on running and it was still much slower than normal.

After craving a nap for the third day in a row, I called a private practice gynecologist my naturopath recommended. Their first opening was in late September but the receptionist was confident that she would be able to get me in earlier than that via the cancelation list.

And lo and behold, she called a few days later (while the boys and I were on a bike ride) and said there was an opening on Wednesday. I jumped on it like a seagull on a french fry.

I had been told in 2015 that I had fibroids so the assumption was the fibroids were causing a lot of drama. I went into my appointment on Wednesday assuming that I would need a myomectomy, a surgery to remove fibroids. I’m glad I had the idea of surgery happening already in my head.

First off, the gynecologist – I LOVED her. From the moment I met her which was 45 minutes after my appointment time. Annoyed at first, I realized she was running late because she was awesome and taking care of business and lady business.

She had me tell her my story and said to not leave out any detail. When I told her I had basically had a period since March 27th she let out a huge breath and said a few choice four-letter words. At that moment I realized she was probably the best doctor ever.

She said we were going to do an ultrasound right then and there and about 10 seconds into it she said “ah ha, and oh my”. “Oh, my” from a doctor never sounds great. Am I right?!

She showed me part of my uterus on the screen to show me what it was supposed to look like. Then she showed me what the rest of it looked like. My friends, it was like a scene from Total Recall.

I still have the fibroids but I also have a giant mass in my uterus that is essentially full of blood. And guess what? It’s not supposed to be there! That mass is pushing into the muscles of my uterus causing a lot of pain and excess bleeding. It’s like endometriosis but it’s called adenomyosis.

The doctor said I must have incredibly painful periods and be in immense pain most of the time. She also did a cervical biopsy and had them take a vial of blood from my arm. Her assumption was that I was extremely anemic but wanted it confirmed.

She said with the amount of bleeding that was happening and for how long, and how messed up my ute was, she was shocked up that not only was I upright, but that I was a functioning human being.

For reference, in September my ferritin was 11 (the bottom range of normal is considered 12 for females and doctors prefer it in the 40-60 range) and is currently at an 7.

a boy in a swimming shirt with wet hair.
Let’s break up this long post with a photo of a happy kid who just played in the sprinkler.

In order to stop the bleeding, she scheduled an ablation for this coming Wednesday. Wednesday is her surgery day and she wouldn’t allow me to delay the procedure past that time. She said she considered it an emergency-level procedure.

My insurance is not considering it emergency-level and is trying to push it to August 17th. So I’m just going to go ahead and assume the person/team rejecting that is full of dudes.

Once the bleeding stops, we’re going on a full-on campaign to boost my hemoglobin to make me healthy enough for a longer surgery to remove my uterus. Right now we’re in triage mode and I have more questions than I have answers.

I do not know if I’ll be losing my ute and ovaries, or just my ute. I do know she was personally offended by how evil my uterus was and actually uttered “I don’t like it. It’s bad”. Ha!

I do know that how much is taken will dictate the recovery time and what post-surgery life looks like. Will I need hormones? Will I go into early menopause? It’s too soon in the journey to have those answers but I will know more once the triage portion of this process has concluded.

As I said, I went into the appointment expecting surgery. This is a bit more than I was expecting but it’s going to be ok. It’s a plan and you know how I freaking love a plan.

The irony about all of this is that it took me needing a nap to realize something was wrong. After 26 years of truly heinous periods. Whatever happens next, I can’t help but think it will be better than what I have considered a baseline of normal.

After sharing this news with friends, my friend Anna said “I can’t believe this is you with low energy” and Cassie said, “we’ll all be exhausted seeing what you do with actual energy”. I can’t wait!

With the gift of hindsight, there were some red flags that I couldn’t see at the time. One, I’m not a huge fan of salads. Like ever. They’re stupid and boring. But starting in April I was craving salad like you wouldn’t believe. I was eating two punchbowls of salad a day. Like my body was trying to get me to load up on iron.

I’ve been blogging for 12 years now and yet the beef category of my recipes archives only has a whopping 7 recipes in there. I’m not big into red meat at all.

And yet I was constantly thinking about burgers and steaks. I eat so little red meat that I have a policy to only consume grass-fed organic stuff from humanely treated cows (I get it from Butcher Box or our local butcher). But I’d see beef that normally I would never eat and think “YES, GIMME”. Again, that was my body yelling for iron.

I have a sweet tooth of epic proportions and if left unchecked I would have zero actual teeth left. Sugar and I are besties. As a result, I restrict myself to a tiny bit of creamer in my coffee Monday through Saturday and then what I call “Sugar Sundays”.

I’ve been doing this for a while now and usually, it’s fine. But in the last two months, I was craving sugar non-stop like you wouldn’t believe. Like I could happily have done key bumps of Pixie Sticks all day long.

When I am exhausted, I crave sugar. Why wasn’t I connecting those threads that better? Probably because I thought my body was in a mode of constantly having my period. Imagine sugary PMS cravings for 100+ days. That’s what my brain has been fighting since March.

Another red flag – no matter how well I was eating, how many steps a day I was getting, or what exercises I was doing I always felt bloated. Again, I was thinking that was because I was constantly in a state of having my period. But now I know it was because my lower body was full of a giant liquid blob!

I think all too often there is a message out there that if you don’t take care of yourself, your body will force your hand at it. And in some cases, that’s true. But I don’t think it is the case in this instance.

I have the privilege to actually do excellent self-care. I’m able to move my body and feed it good food. I have health insurance that allows me to see a chiropractor when I need to and get sports massages when my body is out of whack.

Instead, I think what happened here is that we’re too damn quiet about what is and is not normal when it comes to women’s health. My periods have been awful since I was a teen and I thought it was my normal. And it was but that doesn’t mean it was actually normal.

So yeah, talking about my uterus is not my favorite blog topic, but if talking about it normalizes it a teeny tiny bit, that’s great. Or if your story is like mine, maybe it motivates you to find your own awesome and proactive doc. Onward!

a mom and baby deer against some bushes.

In non-uterus-related news (you’re like “thank goodness”), late last weekend, our solar panels hit a big milestone. We produced half of our kWh needs for the year; this is pretty dang exciting!

Many people (with good intentions) told me “good luck with solar panels in the Pacific Northwest”. I told them to wait and see. And despite the worst spring and summer since 1945, we have still had a pretty decent production year and that’s nothing to sneeze at.

Can we please get away from the idea that if something isn’t 100% successful then it is considered a total failure? That drives me bananas. If the norm is that you have to achieve perfection, we’re all going to miss out on some freaking awesome opportunities. Let’s normalize B- work.

Our solar company told us that 70% of our energy production will happen in May-September. Since production starts slowing down in 6-8 weeks, I’ll be interested to see how close we get to that goal.

And to my previous point about not chasing perfection, let’s say we only produce 80-90% of our energy needs for the year. Is that not better than getting 100% of our power from the grid? I think we both know the answer to that…

In the Garden This Week

It was hot, hot, hot this week! We had six days in a row of temps 90+. If you live in a place where that is normal, you might roll your eyes. But when people, especially old people, are dealing with those temps without AC, it gets dangerous.

While the PNW people were whiny about it, the garden was pretty happy. We got our first flowering sunflower in…forever! I’m usually focused entirely on edible plants, but since I dialed back how many tomatoes I’m growing this year, I threw four sunflower plants into our main planting bed. They seem fun and they’re pretty.

a yellow and orange sunflower.

The peas and lettuce were not fans of the heat. I have a shade cover over our lettuce but lettuce can only tolerate so many hot days. Lettuce, I feel yah on that. Samesies.

I ripped out the peas but left the beets and carrots. To my surprise, I found two thriving volunteer cucumber plants under the pea vines. Like fully grown vines with flowers!

Since the peas had been growing up our DIY trellises (our instructions are here), I just trained the cucumbers up the now newly-vacated trellis. I also planted cucumbers in our main garden bed a few weeks ago, so pretty soon it will be pickles for everyone!

After weeks of watching our tomato plants struggle, I can come to accept that this year is the first year I will fail at growing tomatoes. I can’t just blame the weather because I’m seeing other gardeners have thriving tomato plants.

Usually, I can just ignore our tomatoes and they grow like crazy! This year I even watered and fertilized them. Things I’ve never ever felt called to do before. But, I think I have tracked down the issue to two main things.

One: his name is Bennett but we also refer to him as Destruct-o Bot. For months in the late winter and spring when he was driving us absolutely batty, we’d shove him outside and let him play with the hose.

He kept digging up and filling up my main planting bed with water to make “ponds”. In hindsight, he very likely compacted the soil and washed away a butt ton of nutrients.

Second, I filled the top few inches of our tomato bed with woodchips that we got free from Chip Drop last fall. I’ve long used woodchips for mulch but they’ve always been from a garden center and likely weren’t “fresh”.

I think the woodchips are messing with the PH of our soil and preventing the tomatoes from thriving. Next year they should be fine as they’ll mostly be composted. I’ll also keep Bennett away from the dang hose next year.

What I’m reading this week

Damnation Springs – I mentioned this last week but something nerdy that I forgot to mention was that I learned so much about logging. They really did go into detail on how loggers do what they do.

I always knew it was a hard and dangerous job but I never understood how intricate and detailed it is. It was absolutely fascinating from that perspective.

I started and finished Real Easy by Marie Rutkoski. This book was written up in something I read and it sounded intriguing. It’s a thriller set in a strip club (nobody clutch their pearls, those women work HARD) and it was fine.

While it wasn’t the best book I have read this year, it is the only thriller that kept me guessing to the end. And for that, I applaud the author for that.

I then started Mean Baby a memoir by Selma Blair. I haven’t had much reading time this week but I am enjoying it so far. I think it will become a harder read when she gets into details on the diagnosis and treatment of her MS. That hits very close to home given my mom’s history.

I finally updated my Good Reads list and you can see that here.


Herschel left this five-star review on our Peach Ice Cream {Pin this recipe} and I love his additions! It brings me so much joy to see people using my recipes as a starting point and then making them their own.

To add a bit of decadency to the recipe I made two addition to the peach puree.
1 tbsp of Cointreau Liquor, 1 tsp of Rose Sweeten Lime Juice. Followed the rest of the recipe as instructed. Turned out great. Had no issues freezing because wasn’t enough alcohol to keep from freezing.

homemade peach ice cream in a blue bowl.


Blackberry Simple SyrupLearn how easy it is to make your own Blackberry Simple Syrup for desserts, cocktails, tea, and other drinks. You’ll love the amazing flavor of blackberry syrup for drinks and more. {Pin this recipe}

a hand pouring blackberry syrup into a glass with a gold straw.

Freezing BlackberriesLearn all the tips and tricks for Freezing Blackberries to stock your freezer with this amazing seasonal fruit. Learning how to freeze blackberries is a great way to preserve this delicious summertime crop. {Pin this recipe}

an overhead photo of frozen blackberries in a bowl

Confessions – everyone’s favorite silly post of the month.

A woman with a finger up to her mouth saying "shhhhh"


  1. Canning Peaches – like sunshine in a jar that you can enjoy all year long. {Pin this tutorial}
  2. Air Fryer Egg Rolls – vegan and vegetarian as written but super customizable! Oh, and did you know you can FREEZE these? {Pin this recipe}
  3. Peach Ice Cream – a cold bowl of summer. Seriously, you’re going to love it! {Pin this tutorial}
  4. Garlic Butter Rice – so easy and so comforting! {Pin this recipe}
  5. Refrigerator Dilly Beans – I’m obsessed with these pickled beans! They’re stored in the fridge and you don’t need to know how to can to make these amazing dilly beans. {Pin this recipe}


Monday:: Some form of light pasta and veggies before Jack’s soccer practice.

Tuesday:: Troy is making something for dinner.

Wednesday:: TBD because I might be having surgery?? C’mon insurance, get your ish together.

Thursday:: TBD because I might be having surgery?? C’mon insurance, get your ish together.

Friday:: Popcorn, leftovers, and movie night.

Saturday:: TBD – Jack has a soccer event with his whole soccer team and they may or may not be fed there. We’ll play it by ear.

Sunday:: The boys are spending the night with my inlaws and I’m eating whatever the heck I want to!

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38 comments on “Scattered Sundays”

  1. I listened to an amazing 3 part series in the Mum & Mummer podcast that covered adenomyosis in the third part, the first two parts are interesting too. I hope your surgery goes well.

  2. “ Let’s normalize B- work.” 🙌 THIS! It’s taken me 40 years to see that perfect isn’t the only acceptable result. 

    I’m really excited that you found an awesome OBGYN!! Surgery is scary no matter how much you know/prep, having someone you’re confident in makes things so much more comfortable. Praying for the best experience possible and for your insurance company to get their s*** together. 

  3. I’m thankful you’re getting things taken care of. I’ve been dealing with years of bad cells during my annual checks so my doctor offered a hysterectomy and leaving my ovaries. I said I’d rather do this now than doing it later plus radiation/chemo. I’m so thankful surgery techniques have come so far that I had no cuts outside my body and recovery was a breeze.

    • I think making medical choices when they’re still in your hands vs. getting dictated by an emergency, is always a great idea.

      And yes, the laparoscopic surgeries are freaking incredible!

  4. My mother in law passed in 2016 from breast cancer at the age of 64. Because talking about your health as a woman was considered whining to her. She was made to feel guilty about going to the doctor by her a$$hole husband and he made jokes about women being so fragile. Until she died. And the doctor straight up told him that had she had a mammogram yearly, there was a 90+% chance that she would have beat it. Now I don’t place all the blame on him but that seems to be the attitude of a lot of men for some reason. Right then and there, I decided I would be more proactive and preventative. A 10 minute boob squish, a 10 minute lady part exam at the minimum EVERY YEAR. I do it around my birthday, treat myself to lunch ALONE and a new purse. Thank you for talking about your ute. This should definitely be normalized!

    • I’m so livid at your FIL on your behalf and hers. How dare he!

      And yes, the yearly exams are so easy and fast. I’m not sure why more people don’t do them. Long ago I had a dream of a facility where you can do ALL your annual examines in one day. So: dentist, eye doctor, gyn, general check-up, bloodwork, and boob squash in one day. There is a cafe that serves you lunch midday and if you get through all the appointments there are chair massages at the end of the ay.

      Genius, right? Most people don’t do annual examines because it makes taking time off of work multiple times for various doctors. This is a one-stop shop where everything gets done. Employers will love it too!

  5. Oh, Sarah! I’m so glad you found the right doc and a solid plan. I’ll be sending healing vibes. I hope Wednesday’s procedure (fingers crossed it actually happens on Wednesday!) produces noticeable results while you wait for the real solution.

  6. That sounds awful and I’m so glad that you’re getting it sorted. I’m absolutely with you about us not talking enough about women’s health, I’m making it my mission right now to talk about peri menopause, it was the 40 days of bleeding that had me going to the doctors for HRT. It’s not an exact science but it has helped with the worst of the symptoms and even with HRT shortages and having to pay for prescriptions, it’s made this year so much easier than last year was!
    I feel you on the heat and the tomatoes, we’ve had our extreme temps but even at more reasonable temps (anywhere from 70f to 84f) we are desperate for rain, it’s been the driest July since 1911, (usually it rains on my birthday in August but this might be the first time in 15 or so years that I don’t get wet!). We can’t use a hose where I garden and I’m having to water every other day and 2, 10 litre (2.5 US gallon) watering cans don’t go far when it’s this dry, the beds are dry and the paths are cracking. If I can keep up with the watering, I will at least get tomatoes, last year it was so wet, I lost them all to blight, I’m still trying to work through the green tomato chutney which is delicious but no one needs 15 jars of it!
    Hope everything works out for you to have surgery this week and it all goes well!

    • Do you follow dr. gen on instagram? She’s a great account to follow for peri and “regular” menopause.

      It’s always feast or famine with these gardens, isn’t it? I’m both grateful to have a garden and to not have to survive on what we grow.

  7. Sarah, oh my goodness. What a saga! I’m so glad you’ve gotten some answers, and will be praying for all to go well this week (hopefully this week). You are such a strong woman!

  8. I was supposed to be gloriously uterus-free as of late June but I got COVID four days before my surgery was scheduled.  They won’t chance anesthesia for four weeks after COVID and I can’t miss the beginning of the school year (I had already waited months after my doctor said nothing but a hysterectomy would solve my constant bleeding so I could have it over summer break).  So now I’ve had to put it off until Christmas break.  It sucks but I’m just so relieved that there WILL be an end to this!

    • Oh, I’m so sorry! That happened to my cousin too and I know she was so thankful when it finally happened. What a journey.

      We need to make you one of those countdown chains we used to make in elementary for counting down the days to Christmas. But that, for your surgery.

  9. Ugh Girl! All I can say is once you are healed you will feel SO much BETTER! With your severity the ablation will likely be the equivalent of sticking a finger in a hole of the dam wall.. and if that is what it takes to get insurance to approve it will be worth it.
    Lost 1 tube and ovary during a c/s in 2005- the MASS engulfing it was so big the Dr referred to it as my kids triplet.
    3 years and some horrible bleeding later I had a medium sized dermoid mass removed from the other ovary and a total ablation. It was never the *best thing I ever did* like some friends could claim but it made life much more bearable and I tolerated it until I could not..
    At my annual check ups for many years I spoke with my female NP and Drs and every time I complained about my *issues* I was told it was *being a woman*..
    Summer 2019 I LOST it at my appt with the geriatric male physician and after hearing what I told him said “That doesn’t sound good” and started the tests and determined it was all coming out.. The MASSIVE growth on my ovary and tube, the uterus, and for the sake of avoiding further family related issues the cervix was going also..Then the unexpected layoff of 10/2019 happened and surgery had to be cancelled due to no insurance…..Got a new job and benefits that started in 30 days.. on day 36 Covid started shutting down the world… and surgeries…
    December 2020 just as our area started shutting down *elective surgeries* in the area again I promised the Dr this was an out patient procedure.. I did NOT need to stay.. just get this done.. Best thing ever! Since I lost it all I am on hormone therapy for now.. I DO struggle with some post surgical side effects but nothing that would ever make me regret this. This is NOT an elective procedure.. this is a procedure made to improve life.. I am so glad you finally got some help and while it sucks you had to go through these last weeks they have gotten you to the help you need!

    • Oh my gosh, you must have been in so much pain for so long! I’m sorry nobody listened to you, but I’m thankful that you finally got it done.

      And yes, I had to laugh when at check-in it was noted this was an elective surgery. Yes, I elect to not bleed out for 115 days anymore.

  10. Good luck with your surgery Sarah! I hope everything goes smoothly and you recover quickly. Also I don’t think it’s cringey or tiresome to hear about your uterus or health in general. It makes you more a real person and not just another blog. I definitely think it’s ok for women to talk of Womens issues. As well as important, you know, to normalize it!