Informed Consent: Hysterectomy Consequences Your Doctor Won't Tell You

Petite Seats November 25, 2025

After receiving a preliminary diagnosis and allopathic treatment plan, I joined a Facebook group called, “HYSTERECTOMY CONSQUENCES: What Women Are Not Told”. This group was the single most contributing factor in my decision to not entertain a full hysterectomy at 44 years old. Below are the facts that I learned in the group along with an invaluable resource.

Here are the FACTS:

A woman’s gonads are her ovaries. Removal of the ovaries is CASTRATION, and the aftereffects are to women what the aftereffects of removal of the testicles are to men.
Removal of the uterus causes the loss of uterine orgasm.
Less than 2% of all hysterectomies are life-saving. Most hysterectomies are performed for benign conditions, not medical problems.
The ligaments that suspend the uterus are also the support structures for our midsection. They keep the spine, hips, and rib cage where they belong.
Whether the hysterectomy is partial or total ALL the ligaments, nerves, and blood supply attached to the uterus must be severed to remove it.
Severing the ligaments permits the pelvic bones to move and widen, affecting hips, lower back, and skeletal structure.
The displacement of the pelvic bones results in compression of the spine.
The compression is why hysterectomized women have protruding bellies and little to no waist.
Weakening of the pelvic floor and a loss from the severing of pelvic nerves may result in urinary incontinence, chronic constipation, or fecal incontinence.
Bladder, bowel, and urinary problems are common after hysterectomy.
Physical sexual sensation is diminished or lost entirely because of the severing of nerves and the removal of the uterus.
One of the many functions of the uterus and the ovaries is cardiovascular protection.
When the uterus is removed, woman have a 3x greater incidence of heart disease.
When the ovaries are removed, women have a 7x greater incidence of heart disease.
During a vaginal hysterectomy the uterus is removed through the vagina.
Because the uterus is continuous with the cervix which is continuous with the vagina, the surgeon cuts into the vagina around the cervix, creating a hole in the top of the vagina.
This hole in the vagina must be sutured shut, forming a closed pocket, and a shortened vagina.
Your period may end, but you may still ovulate and have cramps each month.
If your ovaries are removed, menopausal symptoms start right away.
The result of a hysterectomy is the same: a hormone-responsive reproductive sex organ is removed.

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Valuable Resource

For a comprehensive view of hysterectomy visit the H.E.R.S Foundation website here.

All in all, it is a woman’s prerogative to “select” to have a hysterectomy. It’s my hope that woman make this decision with full disclosure and without the pressure of her medical care team. In life you are either wise or otherwise. BE WISE WITH ALL OF YOUR DECISIONS CONCERNING YOUR HEALTH AND WELLNESS. Coercion, fear, and doubt won’t heal your dis-ease.

Preliminary Diagnosis + A Hospital Stay

Petite Seats November 15, 2025

Saturday, September 27, I requested to be admitted on Monday morning, so there was no need for me to wait for expert care. I went home. I slept all day Sunday, and right around dinner time I decided to have a slice of the kids’ pizza. LAWD…why?! Within 10 minutes my body felt like all 15 feet of my intestines were trying to forcefully escape my body. Oh the pain! D immediately yelled for the girls to pack me a small bag and we were off to the ER, once again.

There was no triage, they took me back and set me up with a room. The Attending came over and said we are going to get you Morphine for the pain. I looked at D and asked him to call my mother to ask about a non-opioid alternative for the pain. She asked my sister who suggested, Toradol. When the nurse came around to administer the IV morphine, I said to her, “I don’t want that. Can you please give me Toradol?” She looked at her screen and said, “OK. Let me get the doctor.” Within seven minutes, she came back with the IV Toradol for the pain. Once it was administered, my body was able to relax enough for me to take a quick nap. When I woke up from my 15 minute nap, I noticed my goddaughter was in the room with us. It was such a pleasant surprise. D called her to stay the night so he could go home to prepare for work and the kids.

Once I was officially admitted the barrage of bloodletting began. In total, 19 vials of blood over my three day stay; three of these were blood culture bottles (think: nip, shot bottles of alcohol). After meeting the oncologist assigned to me, he sent an order for a paracentesis to drain the excessive fluid from my abdomen. The procedure generated 1500cc of fluid (~51 fl oz).

The procedure was completed with no complications. However, later that night I developed a fever. A fever in a hospital?! Good Gosh we must fix! Here is one of many gripes with allopathic medicine (my common sense radar going off): You poke a needle into my side to drain fluid that has caused excessive inflammation and my body’s response is to what? ignore the hole in my side? Needless to say I was given an unnecessary antibiotic. My fever broke in less than eight hours.

Overall, my stay was uneventful. On my last day in the hospital I made the strong suggestion that I needed to be discharged. The oncologist’s course of action was to keep me in the hospital until the results of the paracentesis and blood culture came in. Once the results arrived he was prepared to put in a port to begin a round of chemo. Nigga what?! When I tell you I was perplexed as to how he thought I would agree to such a profane plan to defile my already compromised body. BUT, this is standard process of care for my situation. Most people do not question, the “expert’s” recommendations.

Living where we live the selection of top-tier hospitals doesn’t exist without at minimum an hour’s drive. Between the wait to see an oncologist, the poor food quality, and the rooms with no shower, I was over it. On September 30, I woke up and told my nurse to let the doctor know I want to be discharged today. Of course offense was taken, a dietitian and someone from Patient Advocacy was sent to the room. Long story short, I was discharged with an appointment for out-patient procedures, without a port.

When You Ignore The Warnings

Petite Seats November 15, 2025

It’s been an extremely long time since I have shared my thoughts and feelings on this blog. Another chapter started in my life that has FORCED me to stop everything.Let’s call this Chapter: The Big C.

I felt like writing would be the best outlet for all of my current frustrations, stressors, and new adventures with this life altering diagnosis. So, here I am.

I resigned from my career in 2021. From that point on until right around June 2024 I went full throttle with Petite Seats (my business). Working 70 hour weeks, sleeping 3-4 hours a night, eating in the street (but “healthy” options minus the gluten). My body felt fine. I had weekly massages, depending on the load of the week I’d get two massages per week. In my head this was enough to maintain a healthy body. Welp, you know what I ignored?! My body’s inflammation. Severe edema in my legs, ankles, and feet. Additionally, my BELLY began to “pop out” out of no where. No amount of exercise would reduce my belly. My stomach began quite malleable and rotund. I felt like, okay, I’ll get a waist cincher and be on my way.

This worked up until this summer, right around June 2025. My once soft and squishy stomach turned rock solid.

Nida’s Inner Body Dialog:

Wi swoll she ankles an mek she belly big! She a go a di Docta. (My subconscious is definitely a Jamaican older woman).

Onida, in fact did not go to the doctor. Two more months passed and a new symptom arose…overwhelming, debilitating fatigue. The entire month of August I neglected a large part of my household duties to remain in a fetal like state in my bed.

Nida’s Inner Body Dialog:

Ok, now she sleeps like di dead. She a guh a di docta now.

Nope, I waited. I waited until I could no longer keep food down without horrifying pain. I waited until I couldn’t stand or sit upright for more than 20 minutes. On September 27, my big belly (a.k.a. Corti) and I decided to power through and attend SJ’s tennis match. I was strong, I did it. However, what was just a slight rumbling in my belly turned into a dull, persistent pain in my lower abdomen. We arrived home after the match and I drove myself to the ER.

During this visit, they did bloodwork and they did a CT scan. What did they see you ask?! The ER doctor on post said, “You have two grapefruit sized cysts on your ovaries. Along with a large amount of smaller cysts along the omentum. You have Big C ma’am”.

Simplify horrifying, right?! A cancer diagnosis. My mind nor my body was prepared for this. I was on a bed parallel to the Nurse’s Station. It was a Friday night, the ER was busy. No privacy and no D. After the doctor’s words, showing no outward emotions to the preliminary diagnosis, I thanked him and said so what’s next. He explained that the oncology team would be in on Monday and he’s preparing me to be admitted. After saying this he walked away. I turned on my side toward the wall and I cried. For 3 minutes I let my emotions take over. The 4th minute I starting talking to Yah. Minute 10, I called my anchor, I said, “D dey telling me I have the Big C”.

Nida’s Inner Body Dialog: