When I was 27, a guy I'd been seeing told me he'd noticed a lump inside me. The word lump has an instant and visceral connection -- you might as well just say "cancer." I figured he had far more knowledge of vaginas than I did. Terrified, I went to the doctor. It turned out to be my cervix.
Menopause is freedom. It's been 10 years now and I have never looked back. I face forward with a confidence that every day will be the same; that my mood will be stable and nothing will ruin my pants or my plans.
At this very moment, there is a one in four chance that I have my period. That's because it comes like clockwork every 28 days. I have it for one week and then get three weeks 'off,' which makes mine pretty much the textbook version of a menstrual cycle. Except for one twist: I'm 54 years old.