I originally crossed this goal off, but I think it’s going to be a roller coaster of an accomplishment.  This past February I received the (expected) diagnosis of Lynch syndrome.  It wasn’t unexpected with my extensive familial history of Lynch cancers.  It was however unhoped for.  The positive diagnosis put me into much more of a tailspin than I imagined would happened when I had my blood drawn months before.  I’ve made it through a lot of the stages of grief, and felt tremendous relief when I woke up after my total hysterectomy & oophorectomy.  Now that the fear of the surgery and chance of developing ovarian cancer was over, I thought that the relief would last and I’d reached the end of my grieving/anxiety about my diagnosis.  It’s 6 months post-op, and I’m still recovering mentally.  I’ve undergone a couple of months of OMT, and it’s been a tremendous help.  Just this week I’ve begun to feel like one day soon I’ll be completely physically recovered.  However, I can’t help but feel like less of a woman.  I’ve had the all clear to resume all “activities” since September, but the idea terrifies me.  It’s a very lonely feeling, as I’ve found very little in first hand support of those who’ve gone through surgical menopause in their early 30′s.  My husband is understanding, but even he is at a loss with this.  So now after feeling like I was done, I realize I was just at the top of one of the hills of Lynch syndrome.  Here’s to hoping the hill down isn’t too deep or long.