Medical Advocacy

Most people think doctors are experts on menopause. That’s a lie. Even physicians don’t have answers. You can’t sleep. You’re gaining weight. You forget things that used to be second nature. You don’t feel like yourself anymore. And they say you’re fine. You nod and say “okay.” You go back for help. They run the same labs. They give the same answer. And you start to think maybe it is in your head. But it’s not. I spoke with another doctor recently. Her own physician missed he

A woman tracked me down on Facebook. I was scared to open the message. My mind went straight to the worst-case scenario. I opened it anyway. It was a thank you. She came into the ER late at night. Ruptured breast implants. She did not know if they were silicone or saline. She did not know what came next. She remembered one thing. I treated her like a human. I explained. I listened. I helped her breathe. She wrote, Your kindness really put me at ease. That line stays with me.

Doctors miss menopause all the time. Not because they don’t care. But because the system isn’t built for you. Here’s why: No standard test. Hormones that fluctuate daily. Symptoms that mimic depression, thyroid problems, or “just aging.” Fatigue? You’re told it’s stress. Mood changes? You’re offered antidepressants. Joint pain? You’re told it’s just “getting older.” Meanwhile, you’re stuck in the middle of perimenopause. Foggy. Exhausted. Gaining weight. Feeling like your bod

What if your body isn’t the problem? You’ve been eating clean. Moving your body. Trying to do all the right things. But suddenly your clothes don’t fit. You’re waking up at 3am for no reason. You’re snapping at your partner for asking what’s for dinner. And you’re feeling warm when no one else is. ALL the time. You tell yourself to push through. It’s probably just stress, right? From the job. The kids. Life. But deep down, you know something is shifting. And you’re right. I

I didn’t plan to talk about hormones this weekend. But by the end of the conference, five women had pulled me aside. But somehow. Every conversation led there. Friday night, I was eating a salad and chatting with a woman I’d just met. She was in her mid-50s. Retired and now an entrepreneur And tired. We started talking about menopause. She leaned in and said. “Sister, this stuff is real.” She wasn’t talking about a few hot flashes. How quickly her body had changed on her. Th