What is most frustrating to a person, is not finding explanations to his complaints, or answers to his queries... Imagine yourself getting sick, things getting worse, and you feeling virtually dying and yet, exhausting all possibilities you fail to
find answers to your pains. ... On that background of anguish induced by my pains on the cross, I was enthused to make this book, hoping to help find answers to those who needed them, when I had none. I recycled my piling pains, and saved my
forfeited hours into the words recorded here. .... During those vanquishing hours of warfare I had no ammunition, and then there was my pen which turned my only weapon; I had to use it....
Menopause was an august, fierce, and painful
hurdle that I had to overcome to go into the autumn of my life. ...My book turned that excruciating undertaking into some little joy which was nevertheless mounting, to neutralize that severe deep grief at my restriction to bed, or at the most, the wide prison
of my house. Without writing this book, insanity or suicide would have been my inevitable outcome, or my giving up to Hormonal treatment- were it really to work. Menopause exploited me for endless years; my book was my exploitation of menopause.