After the Flood

photo-23-01-2017-13-39-46My periods started when I was 12. Summer 1987. My stepmum (who can be a bit Victorian!) put me to bed with tomato soup and a hot water bottle. I was thoroughly confused. I felt absolutely fine and was somewhat flummoxed about being sent to bed as if I was sick. Generally speaking the subsequent thirty years followed much the same pattern – not the being sent to bed bit, the feeling absolutely fine bit! For three decades I’ve never suffered any sort of PMT and can count on two hands (probably one, actually) the number of times I’ve had significant period pain. I occasionally get a bit teary or inhale a bar of chocolate a couple of days before I am due, but that’s the extent of the problem periods ever caused me.

Until about 3.5 years ago, that is. Up until that point my periods had always been light with a couple of slightly heavier days in the middle. Then, one Saturday in summer 2013, came the flood. It gushed. And when I say gushed I mean it flowed like water with clots the size of eggs. My flatmate at the time asked if I was having a miscarriage. A couple of hours later it was all over. ‘Odd’, I thought, then didn’t give it much more thought. Until nine months later.

A new cycle had started where every six to nine months I would have a catastrophic period. And when I say catastrophic I mean being stood with a friend in Covent Garden and feeling my jeans soak down to the knees within 10 minutes; changing a super plus extra tampon three times during a 15 minute train journey; wrapping myself in towels like a nappy and being afraid to fall asleep because I was staying in a friend’s daughter’s bed. And do you know what? I didn’t do anything about it. It just became the pattern I got used to and planned for. I knew if I was going to have a flood then nine times out of ten it would happen on day three and so when a few months had passed and I knew a heavy one was due I would start to adjust my plans for that day – not scheduling work meetings or social plans, sleeping on towels. When it happened I’d have a few hours of chaos then breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I had a few months respite ahead.

I don’t know why I didn’t do anything about it for so long. I am certainly not squeamish or embarrassed about these things. Avoiding their exact name to hopefully prevent Google showing a client my arse, for four years I have worked for the body that produces guidelines and sets the clinical standards, training and examinations for women’s health in UK and further afield. I have made training films for them, filmed caesareans and abortions, met women they support in Africa who have endured horrific complications in childbirth and who don’t have access to the simple things we take for granted – smear tests, contraception.

If I was pushed to say why I didn’t walk the five minutes across the park at the end of my road to my GP, I would probably say it was because I had found my way of dealing with it. Or that going to the doctors because of heavy periods when we see so much about the NHS being at breaking point was just, well, a bit lame. But it was lame not to go. And it wasn’t a body positive decision. For me, body positivity shouldn’t just be about accepting your natural shape and what you look like, it should also be about looking after the mechanics of your body so it works its hardest for you. Yet every few months I was adjusting my life to fit around a medical condition that was easily fixable.

So what happened? Well a few of us bloggers were out last summer when, with no word, I got up, left the pub and dashed to the nearest shop. Having had a flood only three months earlier I wasn’t expecting another so soon. Returning to the table to a chorus of ‘where did you go?’ I ended up sharing some of my horror stories. To cut a long story short the marvellous Dr Livvy imparted some sharp words of wisdom of which two things stuck in my mind: “Could you confidently wear white trousers during your period?” and “if not go to your GP and ask them to refer you for a scan.” Two days later as I stood in a graveyard washing my legs under a church tap I realised the problem was escalating and decided to heed her advice. Six months on I sit here having had “a multitude” (to quote the gynaecologist) of polyps removed. A Mirena Coil that went in as they came out should prevent them returning. The operation took half an hour, I was discharged within three hours and have had no pain or bleeding. The growths are at the lab but polyps are rarely malignant so that concern isn’t really on my radar. Do I feel daft for leaving it this long? Of course!

I already was, to be honest. Back in December, over lunch with the aforementioned client, I was talking about my upcoming op and confessed sheepishly to my years of ignoring the problem. She’s the clinical lead on the organisation’s global health strategy and often brings an international perspective to chat. Her response was to talk about African women being three times more likely to suffer fibroids which, if left untreated, can lead to a hysterectomy. With surgical facilities in many countries scarce or dysfunctional, more widely available Mirena Coils that could help prevent fibroids would have a profound impact on outcomes for many women. She also talked about cervical cancer being the fastest growing threat to women’s health in developing countries – 90% of deaths occur in countries where there is limited access to cervical screening. Her chat was a gentle reminder to me that in ignoring what was going on with my own body I was also ignoring what a privilege it is to have this advice and treatment readily available.

And for many women that advice and treatment is even further away now than it was when she and I had lunch last month. On Monday, as I slumbered happily under general anaesthetic having a quick, safe, free procedure, Trump re-enacted the Mexico City Policy. The policy means any international organisation that provides or promotes abortion services – regardless of how those services are funded – is prohibited from receiving US funds. This doesn’t just affect the provision of abortion, which would be bad enough. Organisations providing other women’s health services, such as contraception and smear tests, will lose funding for all their services if they also provide abortion services. Marie Stopes International has already said it cannot agree to the conditions. In the next 12 months its partnership with USAID would have helped them reach 1.5 million women in some of the world’s poorest countries. Its predictions on what the loss of its services could mean over the four years of Trump’s term are terrifying.

The world of women’s health was different when I left hospital than it had been when I arrived six hours earlier. These last couple of days have reminded me that we must be vigilant about our own health but over the coming years we will also need to keep supporting organisations who provide services to women around the world.

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20 thoughts on “After the Flood

  1. The thing Trump do really scares me and taking away the funding is a stupid (for lack of a better word) to do. Thankfully one of our Dutch ministers has jumped in and it seems the Netherlands are going to try and get that money together.

    Glad to hear you are okay and I think this serves as a ‘lesson’ that we shouldn’t ignore if our bodies do something different from what we are used to. Going to the doctor for something small is better than not going when something can have severe consequences…

    Rebel xox

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  2. I hear you!!

    Ablation back in October last year seems to have settled down heavy periods the worst of which prompted me to head to the GP after 2 months of constant flooding and clots last summer! I hope that the ablation continues to prove successful if not a hysterectomy will be on the cards!

    I hope that your procedure continues to be successful!

    Oh the joys of womanhood!

    Velvet xx

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  3. So glad you got it sorted and so very glad that it was sortable. We really are very privileged with our access to health care. The white linen trousers question makes me laugh though. Never ever would that have been OK for me until the last year and a bit after having a mirena fitted. I did, however, have very regular checks to try to find the the cause of why. Always important to prioritise those things and it is never a waste of GP time.

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  4. Glad you are okay now. I had a friend with fibroids who had an hysterectomy after years of painful and heavy periods.

    I saw a photograph of Trump signing the bill to which you refer and he was surrounded by six men. The seven of them were signing into law a bill which affects women’s rights, not in the USA, but in every country where US charities work to help underdeveloped nations’ women. It is the most disgraceful act of patriarchy I have EVER seen.

    Fight it, fight it, fight it. It is the biggest step backwards in world history since, since, since – goddamnit, I can’t think of any worse step backwards. Wow!

    Thanks for your courageous post.

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  5. I admire you for publicising this, it will help a lot who read it. I was always bought up that the p word should never be discussed and suffered for years in silence. However I am very proud that I was a guinea pig for the Mirena coil many moons ago x

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  6. I remember that conversation about the white trousers. I am glad the surgery went well and hopefully the days of the flood will now be over. You are very right about taking for granted the health care we have and also sometimes being slack about using it properly especially when you think about the many women who live in countries where any health care is hard to come by let alone female focused health care. The changing climate in the USA is chilling and it is so important that we continue to speak out, fight and demand something better for all women.

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  7. White trousers…not a chance! I have always had problem periods, irregular, heavy and a real pain. For years I used the Mirena to control them but still I’d be unable to trust white trousers. Last June whilst on a trip to Norway my Mirena decided it was running out, two years early, so at the furthest point of a 22km walk in the middle nowhere I started to bleed. By the time we got back to our cruise ship my trousers were soaked through, I was feeling sick, dizzy and incredibly embarrassed. Comments from fellow passengers and concerned staff as I hobbled back to our room clinging onto your partner for support made me feel worse. It was a further two months of constant bleeding and painful clots before my GP agreed to change my coil.

    I’m so glad you wrote this, I feel I can’t share my experiences simply because there doesn’t seem to be a real resolution.


  8. It’s that old saying that the shoemakers children have no shoes. You are so busy looking after others that you don’t look after yourself.
    I hope the coil worked for you.
    I don’t have heavy periods but suffer a lot with painful irregular periods.
    Look after yourself!! Xxxxx

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