Saying It Over And Ovarian

(I have to have a hysterectomy due to severe endometriosis and ovarian cysts. I am literally slowly bleeding to death. I am 42, and I never had or wanted children. The disease has rendered me completely sterile, so the point is moot. As I’m checking into the hospital for pre-lab work, the nurse examining me chirps in.)

Nurse: “You know this surgery will make you sterile?”

Me: “Yes, I know, but I’m already sterile from the disease anyway.”

Nurse: “That means you can’t have a baby.”

Me: “Fine, I know. I don’t want any.”

(This goes on back and forth until the nurse is practically shouting at me about how a hysterectomy means that I ‘can’t make widdle adowable babieeees.’ Once all the lab work is done, I high-tail it out of there, thinking that the nurse is a few bricks shy of a load. Fast forward to four days later, the morning of my surgery. Sure enough, it’s that same nurse.)

Nurse: “You realize you won’t be able to have children after the surgery?”

Me: “Yes, I know. I never wanted any. Never will.”

Nurse: “Are you sure you don’t want to have one before the surgery? We can tell the doctor you want to postpone the operation!”

Me: “I am having the surgery to save my life as I keep hemorrhaging! I know I won’t have a child after they remove my uterus, Fallopian tubes, and ovaries. I’m sterile now. I’ve always been sterile, and I do NOT want a baby!”

Nurse: *huffs at me* “Well! You know your godly duty as a woman is to have children! You’re going to Hell!”

(Yup, I reported her to my surgeon before I went under the knife and I didn’t see that nurse for the rest of my hospital stay.)