I told you I was a mixed breed. Proudly Afrikaans, partly English…NIE jou tipiese Afrikaanse girl nie …
In my previous post I spoke about female hysteria. Please click here and read about something every women should know.
I enjoy language and words. Their root meanings and origins. So I found it fascinating that the root word for hysteria comes from the Greek ὑστέρα hystera “womb”. This ‘sickness’ hysteria was always diagnosed in ‘womb-men.’
Hysterectomy has the same root word.
A hysterectomy (from Greek ὑστέρα hystera “womb” and ἐκτομία ektomia “a cutting out of”) is the surgical removal of the uterus, usually performed by a gynecologist.
Now I ask, if your uterus is removed , would that not cause you to become hysterical?
As I have no idea what this feels like, I asked a dear friend,who recently had a hysterectomy, and gratefully share her feelings here.
You asked about my feelings regarding hysterectomy.
I’ve written some here just days after the op.
Some things have become clearer since then, but here they are:
“Paper doll with punch hole above pubis does the vagina become an endless tunnel+ the abdominal cavity a catch all waste bin? Where does it end? What is left over? What happens to the space wherein my babies conceived, latched+ grew into the beautiful beings they are today? This is part of my womanhood being severed stretched + syphoned out of me within one hour. Four keyholes and quartered quivering flesh. Flesh that birthed beautiful babies. Is this right? Is this ethical? Will there be blood afterwards? Where will the blood come from if the uterus was the cup from which it spilled? What amount of hormone did the uterus itself supply? How will it be replaced? Will my body cope and adjust without it? Did it have space occupying functions that will now be left empty? A gap? A non-place without feeling? Is there orgasm without a pulsating uterus? Sudden menopause/ instant ageing/ oesteris ceaseterous? What to expect when there’s nothing left to expect? Who does one go to with all these ?’S.
Those who’ve had one could be shocked or offended or worse- opinion-less and those who haven’t had one are just as clueless! The questions rage on and on and most are unanswered. What would we do without Google? Hyster Sisters? The Hysterectomy Files? The answers supplied are to the wrong questions though.
This seems so superficial, like deciding on a cut of meat in the local butchery section nothing like: ‘this is MY own body- HELLO!?”
© Margie Visser 2013
Thank you Margaret Rose….And that is why I maintain my favourite quote still remains:
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at the typewriter and bleed.” – Hemmingway
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Ekself dink nie mens kan met Engels enige adisionele eksotika bekom nie.
Ek verwys bloot na dié dat ek sommer nou in Engels skryf op my Afrikaanse blog.
Alleman, nee wat, jy lees te min hier om my hart te verstaan….maar dankie dat jy my laat dink…. Daar is niks tipies aan Afrikaans nie…en beslis geen meer eksotika nie
Sê altyd ek skryf Engels net uit selfverdediging.
Vroulief moes dit op jong ouderdom laat doen want sy het maantye van tot 10 dae belewe en volgens my gellings bloed verloor.
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Sho sho, klink my jy is vol lewens ervaring, ek is heeltemal verbaas mense beland nog hier op my verlore ‘hartkloppie’ blog. Die skrywertjie in my is maar stil, ek moet erken , ek dink sowaar dis menopause, of een of ander mid life crisis…tog sal ek seker weer die potlood optel….it’s in my blood.
Geen genade van my af nie jammer. Ek is geleer ek besluit oor hoe ek oor iets gaan voel en wat ek daaraan gaan doen. Beste raad wat ek het is as iets jou pla moet jy jou grootste talent gebruik om dit te beveg. Dit wil sê as die middeljare jou pla skryf daaroor.
Hierdie lees STALIN sou al die skrywers in die skryfmyne hou!!!
Weet die rokvolk dink anders oor die middeljare / oudword so sterkte en laat weet as ek ‘n skouer of sakdoek moet aanbied
Ek volg dalk nog jou raad oor skryf oor die middeljare…deesdae raas my kop pertinent, en ek weet dis omdat ek nie potlood op ppapier sit nie!
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Tussen 40 en tagtig
Jy gaan partytjies to vir die kos en nie die jol nie
Jou selfoon se IK dreig om joune verby te steek
Middeljarige vrou Dont yell dont tell dont swell :):):)
My mates groei 38..28… 36 en dis net my linkerbeen!
Die kalk in by bene skuif na my kop
Geduld is iets wat ek waardeer in ander mense
WAAR kom al die famile van ek skielik amper almal se oom?
Ek werk op die oomblik weer deur Kepner Tregoe proses veral in hoe ek dit kan gebruik vir myself
As jy belangstel lees bietjie
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