I want to start going high raw today!
Mid-April 2008. My gynecologist told me my uterine fibroid tumors (aka “fibroids”) had grown to a size equaling a 16-week fetus. Lots of women — 25% of all women, 50% of Black women — have fibroids. Not a biggie. But carrying the equivalent of a 4-month old fetus can start to affect your quality of life. (And I don’t just mean being denied a flat stomach!) I had been enduring pain and “inconveniences” for awhile, and my doctor advised me to have the tumors surgically removed. Well, I might have considered that as an option… until she explained the procedure:
First, my uterus (a woman’s is normally the size and shape of an upside down pear) would be lifted out of my lower abdomen and placed on top of my stomach where it would then be manually searched for the hardened growths that are to be cut away. She compared this to pinching and squeezing a pillow with your fingers to find…
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