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Today, I’m choosing to share my story because women’s health should be spoken about as openly and normally as a broken arm or a headache. It shouldn’t be shrouded in embarrassment, minimised, or overlooked.

In March 2021, something in my body changed. I didn’t know it then, but it was the beginning of a very long and frightening journey, one that far too many experience, yet far too few talk about.

By April 2021, things had taken a drastic turn. I spent days in fear, not understanding what was happening inside my own body. I searched for answers, only to hear the same phrase repeated back to me: “It’s just an irregular period.”

That “irregular period” went on for nine months before I received any help, despite asking and chasing up. Nine long, isolating months during a global pandemic. There were days when I couldn’t roll over in bed. Days when an ambulance had to take me to hospital (only to be told again, “it’s just an irregular period”). The pain, humiliation, and sheer exhaustion often made me wonder how I could possibly keep going (thank you, my little Avocado!! 🐾).

While being passed from one doctor to another, I reached a point where I had to advocate for myself in a different way. I began exploring fertility preservation, and that’s when I met Dr Zaidi at the Conquest in December 2021, the first medical professional who truly, and I mean TRULY, listened. He reviewed my records and was shocked at how many times my concerns had been downplayed. He took me under his wings.

Over the next four years, we tried numerous medications and therapies. I went through numerous tests, scans, biopsies, laparoscopies, you name it. Ultimately, I needed to face a life-changing decision.

In March 2025, I underwent a total hysterectomy with bilateral oophorectomy. It saved my life, but it also changed it forever.

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After the surgery, apart from my amazing friends, family, work colleagues and the job (I know!), there was only one place that offered a professional support, care, and guidance I desperately needed to navigate my life post-operation: Flint House Police Rehabilitation.

Their dedication to my recovery, both physical and emotional, has been extraordinary. They helped me rebuild my strength, understand my new normal, cope with a very different kind of grief, and regain confidence at a time when everything felt overwhelming. They equipped me with new tools to build a better quality of life through self-acceptance and growth.

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They are an absolutely remarkable bunch of people.

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In June 2026, my sister Ada, our best friend Siwa, and I will be walking 53km through the Cotswolds, half of the Ultra Challenge. Because now, I can.

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I can finally make plans again without fearing that my health will deteriorate. I can travel again. I can push myself and set new goals. My mental health went through some incredibly dark times, and taking on this challenge is part of my healing - physically, emotionally, and mentally.

I’m sharing my story not for sympathy, but to raise awareness and support. And to raise money for this incredible charity, which is Flint House Police Rehabilitation.

I want to stand up for those who are still being overlooked, those who are still suffering in silence, and those whose pain is still being written off as “just an irregular period.”

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Queens, I am here, always ready to talk and support you.

Queens’ partners, friends, and families, I’m here for you too. It’s incredibly hard to watch someone you love suffer and to feel so helpless.

Ps. Spacerek means Walkies in Polish 😉

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