In an unexplained way I equated my female reproductive parts with my being a woman. Would I still be a woman? Would I still be desirable to my husband? I pondered these silly questions and cried many a tear believing these questions to be true. I have written lighthearted articles in the past about the aging process and believed I was comfortable with the passage of time. Writing these articles as a progressive strong woman not afraid to age. Yet the idea of having a hysterectomy made me feel old as if a chapter of my life was closing. After the tears and procedure came a constant joke that was really my own attempt to create happiness. I would tell my husband or anyone who would listen, ” do I look the same without my uterus?” Well of coarse I did… Behind the joke there were still unwanted emotion.