Womanhood

This post may hold a bit more information than some of you need. You were warned.

Nobody likes the gynecologist. I have not met a single person who likes the gynecologist. At best its a "doesn't bother me" Now, you wouldn't think anyone likes going to any kind of medical appointment. I used to like going to the dentist. He was funny, and I got balloon animals up until the age of 20. I liked it.

The gynecologist, I have found, is a necessary evil. You always hear that you should go and get regular paps to prevent cancer, blah, blah, blah. You should.

I won't go into too many details, but my regular check up has kept me from getting cancer. Its nothing to worry about, and I'm fine, but they found pre-cancerous lesions, also known as type 1 or mild dysplasia. Weird, right? It happens. It's not a big deal. Have an abnormal pap? Don't ignore it. Don't like the gynecologist? Suck it up.

Not only does this carry th normal stress of anything pre-cancerous, it holds an added bit of stress. My vagina is a physical representation of my womanhood. It is what makes me, biologically, a woman. Having a problem down there makes me feel..violated. Who gave those lesions permission to be down there? Its an almost sacred part of my body, my womanhood.

I will be fine. I have a better appreciation for the nuisance of the gynecologist, and you should too. Sure, it may be uncomfortable, and maybe it will be improved upon. But its better than the alternative. My womanhood, both physical and metaphorical, will heal.