The Change of Life And Perry Como

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I’m not sure that most women know that the change is coming. Most women aren’t even quite sure the change has arrived as they stand motionless in the eye of their own hurricane. Oddly enough, those dear men who accompany us through life and who we claim are oblivious to feminine needs are aware of the change the very minute our hormones start to do their wicked dance.

What gives it away? Is it the spinning head or the weepy welcomes or the air conditioning running in December?

Perry Como – the American crooner, the hearthrob of the 50s and beyond, the crooner, the recording artist,, the television star, that handsome hunk. I responded, “Yes”. And with that the deal was sealed.

Menopause is supposed to be loaded with countless nights of changing nightgowns. “Well that’s the time before menopause when a woman starts to feel mild hormonal changes resulting in cloudy thinking and feelings of warmth accompanied by stress and irritability.”

Dr. O’Brien peered at me down his nose and through horn-rimmed reading glasses. I asked. “Well that’s the time before menopause when a woman starts to feel mild hormonal changes resulting in cloudy thinking and feelings of warmth accompanied by stress and irritability.”

Still not convinced that I could have a pinky over the other side, I asked, “But how can you be sure that I’m peri-menopausal?” In professional knee-jerk authority he responded, “Do you know who Perry Como is?”

I had experienced a hot flash or two over the years but nothing significant. Menopause is supposed to be loaded with countless nights of changing nightgowns.

I’m not sure that most women know that the change is coming. Most women aren’t even quite sure the change has arrived as they stand motionless in the eye of their own hurricane. Oddly enough, those dear men who accompany us through life and who we claim are oblivious to feminine needs are aware of the change the very minute our hormones start to do their wicked dance.

I knew something was not quite. It’s as if people were talking to me and I was absorbing the information through cotton candy. “Surely I must be coming down with something,” I thought.

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