A Life Forever Changed: A Story of Fibroid Removal (Part 1)

Once upon a time, there lived a fibroid named Ferdie.

Ferdie was born and housed inside the Lady. She didn’t know of his existence until one day, when she was in a rush to get to her royal dance court but realized her menstrual cycle had begun, so she quickly attempted to place a cup of the diva variety inside her holy kitty. It struck her odd that the cup didn’t not go all the way in as it usually did, and so she felt around to determine why. At that moment, she felt Ferdie for the first time, though she didn’t know it was Ferdie, but rather thought it was the big C or some other tragedy.

After much commotion of attempted doctor’s appointments and the like — the fun, ease, and spontaneity of the manor’s healthcare system! — the Lady learned it was simply Ferdie who had taken up residence for some unknown reason other than that she was a late 30-something living in the modern country with all of its estrogenic benefits. Quickly, the Lady learned Ferdie had grown past the stage of hormonal intervention, and that was okay as the Lady did not wish to go into early menopause via the avenue that is estrogen suppression.

She reached out and found other ladies in the manor who had dealt with a similar concern, and…