Jesus, the Menopause and Me

WARNING:  This article deals with the realities of being a woman of a certain age. It is based entirely on my experiences. It is not against anyone in particular. Some may be offended by its rawness. Be warned it does contain what may disturbing material. Please don’t let that put you off.   “Hello my name is Emma and I am a menopausal woman,  My last period was...”. Flip I can’t quite remember when my last period was.  I mean there was that little breakthrough bleed in November, and a pink smear in March.  Does that count?  Actually and scarily, according to some parts of our society it might mean that I don’t count anymore, that is if you take some of the teachings of some branches of the church to their illogical conclusion. I am no longer a fertile woman and therefore, according to their theology,  my “highest calling” has passed and all at the ripe old ancient age of 49 1/2 years old, which is rather startling. On top of this, I have these st...