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"The scene: Italian restaurant. Two perimenopausal women meeting for lunch. &amp;quot;Oh wow, you&amp;#039;re taking off the bracelets too?&amp;quot; my friend says, as I slide into the booth, peeling off layers of clothing and laying my bangle bracelets on the table. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;ve got them pretty bad then, haven&amp;#039;t you?&amp;quot; A little later. &amp;quot;What was I just saying?&amp;quot; my friend would ask from time to time mid-sentence. And I would remind her. There&amp;#039;s a comfort and feeling of acceptance by being in the same phase of life with another woman, someone who understands exactly what you are going through \u2013 the hot flushes, the memory blanks, the irritability \u2014 though one of us was on hormones, and one of us only carries them around in her purse. &amp;quot;It is hot in here,&amp;quot; my friend had to agree, as we were seated near a one thousand degree wood-burning pizza oven and the kitchen door, and I was wearing a tee shirt though it&amp;#039;s winter. &amp;quot;I just decided I didn&amp;#039;t want to miserable every day,&amp;quot; she told me about taking hormones. &amp;quot;But it&amp;#039;s an individual decision,&amp;quot; she added. Then later on, as I beads of perspiration noticeably gathered on my forehead from the coffee (decaf) that I knew I shouldn&amp;#039;t have ordered, she said she almost felt like giving me hers. We left the restaurant and continued our conversation on the sidewalk. She, promising to give me the name of her fabulous doctor, and both of us promising to continue the conversation because there&amp;#039;s so much to say about this stage of our lives and so much solace in sharing it. Reader, whom do you share your tales of perimenopause with? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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