
Ruby!
I know this is a "females only" thread, but I have a cute story about my wife starting and going through, the Big "M".
The Wife started showing slight symptoms back in '03-04. She was about 48 when it began, and she was still a smoker at the time. The mood swings got to be pretty nasty at times, but she was pretty good about warning me. Whenever I heard "This is nothing personal..." I knew the S was about to HTF

She(WE actually) decided that she needed some help with the mood swings and the hot flashes so she headed to the Dr and he started her on HRT. I lovingly referred to them as her "Happy Pills"

They worked WONDERS on her attitude!!
Then....About 6 months after I had my heart attack, I came into the house on a Saturday morning to find her laying on the couch with both hands on her chest. She had been cleaning the house when she felt what she described as crushing chest pains.

I knew we had to get her to the hospital ASAP so I tossed her in the car and headed to the nearest one. They admitted her and ran tests all weekend and discharged her that Sunday evening. She went to the Dr. Monday morning, and was informed she HAD to get off the HRT AND stop smoking, NOW. Not next week, not tomorrow, but RIGHT NOW.
Cold turkey.
BOTH the nicotine and the HRT pills. COLD TURKEY.
Only by the grace of God, am I still here to tell you..........that hell hath NO FURY like a women quitting smoking (cold turkey) and loosing her "Happy Pills" all at the same time.

You wanna talk about mood swings? I can TELL you all about MOOD SWINGS. I learned very quickly to to shut my mouth and just get away as fast as I could.
Now for the cute part of this little story..........
One evening, after work, The Wife and I were having dinner. Nice quiet setting. Conversation was going along pretty well......"How was your day? "How was my day?" "Anything new and exciting?" just normal chatter about each others jobs, etc. etc.......the conversation died down, and after a moment or two of silence, my loving wife looked across the dinner table at me and being DEAD serious, said: "Don't take this personal or anything, but.... your breathing".
We ate the rest of our meal in silence. When I finished the last of my dinner,I put the dishes in the sink, grabbed TWO beers out of the fridge, and headed for the shop. I grabbed TWO beers because I had no idea how long this one was going to last.

Thank GOD those moments were pretty short lived!!

To this day we both laugh about it, but at the time, she was dead serious!
