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Here is Jill’s Story:
I’m fifty-six, married seventeen years with a sixteen-year-old daughter. I was in my late forties, early fifties, in therapy at the time, when I started crying a lot and feeling a lot of anxiety. I have a very high-pressure career. I couldn’t juggle it. I kept saying I hate my life, I hate my life.
It affected my relationship, because I would get angry so easily. I never really had the hot flashes. It was more anxiety and feeling like somebody had taken over my body. And I grew a big gut. And it wasn’t a slow thing at all. It all seemed to happen overnight.
I’d have deadlines and cry. I would drive to a client meeting and sit in the garage and cry. I didn’t want to meet the client because sometimes, things would come out of my mouth that I didn’t mean. I couldn’t control it.
I prayed, “Please, God, take this out of my body. Please take this out of my body.” And I’m not even someone who prays. I would cry, I can’t take this anymore.
After a while my therapist said, “I think you need to go see a gynecologist who specializes in menopause.” I went to see a noted hormone doctor in Beverly Hills who does his own bioidenticals. He met with me for an hour and a half. He put his hand on my arm and said, “You’re at the right place. I will take care of you.” He was a thousand dollars for the first visit.
And every time you order creams and vitamins, it was another two hundred fifty dollars every month. I left with a bunch of creams in little bottles where I had to twist the little capsule and the cream squeezes out a little bit. I was so confused how to do it. I just wanted to feel better.
I was so desperate I turned the capsule a whole notch. At a stoplight, I opened up the bag, put the cream on right in the car. I got home and took a bath, and then I thought, oh my god, I washed it off. So I put it on again. I put it on like lotion. I was wired like you wouldn’t believe. I couldn’t sleep all night. I must have put on a tablespoon.
I am a person who thinks more is better. If I use more, maybe I’ll feel a little better. I called the doctor, so confused, asking all these questions. Which one’s the progesterone? What’s the pink color for? Which one is the green? I just kept getting them confused, because I was so confused, and so that was a disaster.
Every visit was seven hundred dollars, plus all the pills and the creams and all that stuff. I spent five thousand dollars before deciding to try something else. I just didn’t feel any better.
I went to my acupuncturist, who put pins all over my lower abdomen. After every treatment, I’d leave relaxed, but within an hour the anxiety would rise.
I tried intravenous vitamins. No one had done any blood tests until I finally went to see an endocrinologist. She saw my hormone levels and put me on Premarin, but it just made me really crazy, just cuckoo.
Then I was connected with a menopause specialist in Newport Beach. I felt like I was walking a tight rope. Each time I tried something new, I just thought, Okay, maybe this’ll work. So it was sort of like slapping wet spaghetti on the wall, hoping maybe it’ll stick. For five years, nothing really worked. I didn’t feel right in my body. It was really hard.
Someone recommended a naturopath, who put me on all kinds of little tiny pills that you stick under your tongue and let dissolve. I must have spent a thousand dollars on those things and all kinds of other supplements.
I tried estrogen patches, from the lowest to the highest dose, and nothing worked. I went on anti-anxiety medication. I tried everything. I had two drawers filled with all the useless stuff.
After six doctors, I ended up with a nurse practitioner who is great. I’m on bioidentical capsules, and estrogen I and II. I’m still on anti-anxiety medication, and she doesn’t want to take me off until I’m out of school. I feel pretty well balanced except for the big gut thing. I don’t have the emotional swings. I don’t have my period anymore. But my libido is crappy. That’s probably the toughest part.
It was a long, expensive journey to find the help I needed.
I used to say, “I just want to jump off a bridge,” not to commit suicide but to scare the crap out of myself so it would change my hormones. Crazy, right? I even thought about a lobotomy.
I had an interview recently, and the guy asked, “What is one of the biggest feelings of success you’ve felt in your life?” I didn’t say it, but part of me wanted to say, “Getting through menopause.”
I think most women think doctors have all the answers. But I learned that if what they are doing is not working, you need to fire your doctor and try another one. I never gave up on myself. I knew that there were answers, and I finally found them. Everyone’s going to have their own process, but the most important thing is that you cannot give up.
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