Menopause came for me early. Forty-one.
I was a physical therapist by then. I'd been a fitness trainer before that. If there was one woman in New York who should have seen this coming, it was me, and I didn't see it coming. I have a third-degree bladder prolapse. The dragging. The heaviness. Pressure that goes down and doesn't come back up on its own.
So when I say those words to a woman now, understand something. I'm not reading them off a chart. I'm reading them off my own body.
I did what you've probably done. I went looking for an answer.
A gynecologist first. Then a urologist. Then another gynecologist. The Doctor Road Show, I call it, and I was no tourist on it. I was a licensed clinician who knew the name of every single thing happening to me, and I still couldn't get an answer that came with instructions.
Every one of those doctors was good at the thing he was trained for. I want that said plainly, because I'm not going to stand here and tell you your doctor failed you. What happens is smaller and worse than that. You get handed a very short menu. Watch it. Or operate. And nobody says the third thing, which is what you do between now and then.
So I went and built the third thing.
Nobody was ever going to hand it to me whole, because nobody had been given the whole woman to look after. So I collected it. One discipline at a time, from anyone who'd teach me, and then I put the pieces in the order they actually work in on a living body.
I built it for one woman first. She was me.
Then other women started coming, and they didn't stop. 21 years and 22,000 of them later, I'm still building it.






