December 9, 2000
Angela M. Sissons, PhD
August 5, 2005
I'm not satisfied with the explanation.
I didn't come this far in life,
my once-fantastic sex life, to
have it stop bam!
just like that.
Why does menopause have to be
such a foolish time? Hot flashes like
angry hornets buzz inside my
head; emotional seesaws between
full moons this time, he doesn't
love me, yes he does. Oh how
can he love me when we can't make love!
It's not even a menopause I've earned.
Hormonal treatment they call it, for
systemic cancer. But its side effect
is a plunge into wasteland. What do I
do with a closet full of tampons from a
fruitful, juicy past? Tho' the cancer hit
the breast, then the lung (all north of the
equator), it's the southern state that
strangles me. Can't we make love
I'm dry as a bone, painful and sore.
My tissues are thin, the elastic has snapped.
My doc says Oh sure, no problem use
this, and this, and this, before sex.
I did, and I did, and I did, and ouch---
what's wrong with me. Am I using it
right? Astroglide, Replenish, Lubrin and more.
Why does it hurt?
Because I'm bonedry, bone dry, dry bones.