Spirituality, Fibroids and Facing Our Mortality (Part 1)

Greetings, witches! Slight trigger warning here: discussion of mortality, of illness, of surgery and some depressing sh*t. Maybe skip this one if you’re not feeling it today. Blessings!

As many of you will know, because I’ve mentioned it quite a lot, I had a surgery 2 weeks ago today. My surgery was classed as ‘elective’, but I wouldn’t really consider it that. It wasn’t cosmetic. I was in a lot of pain and discomfort, and for the past year or so, my life was severely impacted. I have uterine fibroids, which are non-cancerous tumours which grow inside, outside and/or within the walls of the uterus. My fibroids were both of the outside and in-the-wall varieties. The three outside were different sizes, but the largest was 12cm x 11cm x 8cm, which is, well, huge. About the size of an 27-week pregnancy. When they took them out, they weighed 850g. So that’s a lot of heavy tumour to be carrying around. Like a head of cauliflower.