Four periods a year is four too many. At this point, it serves no purpose other than to greatly decrease the quality of my life.
I've stopped using sunscreen, having decided it's worth the cancer risk to get the Vitamin D I need so desperately. It seems to me that not having periods is very much worth the uterine cancer risk if it means I won't be gripped by debilitating pain and fatigue that is destined to last until I hit menopause.
There's just no reason for it at this point. Having children is not even a remote possibility. I'm finished with the whole process, but why won't it finish with me?
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