I had a hysterectomy when I was only 28, due to second degree uterine prolapse. I got to keep my ovaries, though. Thankfully, I’d already had my two children, but I was pretty sad for awhile that we’d never be able to have more.
I was 27 when I had mine. I was having two to ten month-long menstrual cycles and losing up to a liter of blood daily. I’d had previous ablation which healed, and thus failed, and the GYN refused to do it a second time, then refused the hysterectomy. I was having blood transfusions, FFS; bad for transplant patients. I had the hysterectomy through another GYN who looked at my history and had a moment of, “WTF was your previous doctor thinking?”
I’d had a previous tubal ligation to prevent pregnancy, as due to my health issues it’s safer that I don’t conceive. I didn’t want to ever make the decision of my life or my child’s, which is what it would have been reduced to. I was always careful, two forms of protection and whatnot, but I didn’t want to risk it.
Sometimes I’m sad I’ll never have kids... I’ll be 37 this year. I know it’s for the best, though. My health is sh¡t due to issues I was born with, and my husband isn’t doing too well either; he’s two years older. I can’t risk passing this on to kids, either.