Hell on Heels: Soul SearchingA (Love) Letter To the Ladies….❤April Ricchuito

Because I don’t want to share too much information and post any identifying info, I won’t tell you who inspired this letter, or how I found out what she was going through.  Let’s just say that I’ve had quite a bit of interaction with her for months now, and neither one of us knew that we shared more than the brief “hello” we often exchanged in passing.  There are no six degrees of separation.

There is no separation.

Today I found out that this lively young lady has stage IV cancer in her reproductive system.  Immediately, I wrote down every resource I could think of for her on a Post It note and gave her a few books I happened to have in my bag.  As we talked, I couldn’t help but to ask her if the doctors thought a hysterectomy would help her.  Tears welled up in her eyes, and I felt my own eyes filling with tears as well.

“I hate the doctors when they tell me that, like it’s just so simple!”, she said angrily.  “I’m in my twenties!  It’s not fair!  How can they think it’s okay to take away everything that makes me a woman?!”

She stood up straighter, as if she was strengthening her resolve.  I stood next to her, a united front, silently admiring her bravery, and thinking that if I knew I was Stage IV, my ovaries would have quickly become “no-varies”.

I remembered this past summer, when my then boyfriend (now my ex, because of this) told me that if I had to have a hysterectomy, our relationship would be over, because I couldn’t have children and that was important to him.  (Ultimately, I didn’t make the decision to have a hysterectomy; my doctors are taking a more conservative approach, but I did make the decision to get rid of him!)

We stood together silently for a few minutes, reveling in our two separate universes that had suddenly collided into a beautiful, tragic, supernova of sisterhood.

I didn’t share with her what I would do if I was her, because I didn’t want her to think I was passing judgement, and more importantly- I’m not her.  But I did tell her that I support whatever decision she chooses, and I am here for her.

She told me that she never talks about this with anyone, and she thanked me, and she left- hopefully to go home and let the hope I’d tried to instill in her grow and become plentiful.

I too, headed home.

On the way home, while waiting for the train, I was suddenly stricken with the urge to write.   I haven’t put a pen to paper the old fashioned way to write a piece in ages.  The pen danced across the paper; it was almost seductive.  The words that poured out from my heart to the paper, I will share with all of you- all my ladies, can you feel me?

Dear Sister,

If I could give you my womb, my womb I would give.  Sadly, I cannot give you my womb, but I can offer you what my womb gives- life.  Birth.  Rebirth.  Dearest, please take these words from one woman to another- one cancHER survivHER to another.

We as women have often been defined and assigned value as a womb-man.  We’ve been denied rights because of our wombs.  We’ve been blamed for seducing Adam and bringing down Eden, forever damning mankind.  We’ve been told that p*ssy is power.  Yet we’ve been sold as sex slaves, abused, raped, and imprisoned by a society that doesn’t value women for what we are and what we do; instead we are valued because of what we have.

We pay higher health insurance premiums because we are women.  I quote Nancy Pelosi when I say that now is the time when being a woman no longer means being a preexisting health condition.

Preexisting health condition or not, as women, we have been standing up for ourselves and others, and we continue to stand strong.  We are healers, teachers, mothers, and givers of life.  We raise not children, but entire villages.  We have run entire countries behind the scenes, while letting “the man” take credit for it, and simultaneously running our homes.

We are women, and like Maya Angelou said, we are phenomenal:  Still we rise!

It’s in the sway of our hips.  It’s in the confident strides we’ve made for our sisters and the world.  It’s in the way we love, and how hard we love.  We love so hard, but sometimes we forget to love ourselves. 

When that happens, we stop listening to our “women’s intuition” and start listening to society.  Society, who has, at points in time, decided that we were second class citizens, and that we need to stay barefoot and pregnant, slaving over a hot stove.

Sister, I know it can be scary, and the decision to have (or not to have!) a hysterectomy is a personal one.  You will be loved regardless.  

But don’t let them label you.

You are not a woman simply because you have ovaries and a uterus.  That just means you are a female, and possibly fertile.  You are deeper than the walls of your vagina.

What makes you a woman is the way you love your daughter.  (I’ve seen you with her, and you’re great.  She’s a great little girl and she has a wonderful mother and big high heels to fill!)  What makes you a woman is the way you love your (wo)man.  (Nothing makes a (wo)man feel better than woman.)  What makes you a woman is how you breathe life into everything you come into contact with, with the breath of fresh air that you are.  What makes you a woman is that you can create and design a life and future like no other.  Woman, get it together!  You are, and always will be, a beautiful, strong, amazing woman.  And my hero!

What makes you a woman is that you are a nurturer, a defender, and a lover of life.  Make the best decision for you.  Nurture, defend, protect, and love your own life- whatever that decision means for you.

That, my beautiful friend, is what makes you a woman.

And NOTHING can change that.

All my love.

All my ladies…can you feel me now?

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  1. <3 I'm glad you enjoyed it, my sisSTARS!

  2. this is amazing and so beautiful. i think even women without cancer need to hear this. we matter, regardless of everything society does to put us down. we are equals and we are just as capable as men. and we are defined by our love, skill, and intelligence not by our physical features. thank you so much for writing this letter. i hope your friend gets well <33

  3. as someone who has had multiple best friends with cancer and cancer scares, I thank you so much for this.

  4. Love it! Thank you for sharing this amazing story and for the empowering and truthful words you were willing to share with someone in need and all of us as a whole! :) You rock!

  5. Thank you, ladies! I hope it helped all of you remember your “girl power” aka goddess power….all the best, my darlings!

  6. absolutely beautiful

  7. Fantastic. Thank you.

  8. Wow.

  9. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Thank you!

  10. This is exactly what I needed to read. I check the site at work and the entire time I was reading I was trying not to cry. This is beautifully written and an inspiration to any woman who is going through anything.

    Good job! High five to you!!

  11. Thank you :o)

  12. What a beautiful post.

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