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Create habits that strengthen your mind, body, and emotions, find hope, and feel empowered like never before.
Forget the concept of growing old, struggling through menopause, waiting for it to pass until you emerge on the other side, ready to enjoy life again. There is no need to wait, and every reason not to, especially at a time when life feels out of balance. Whether your goal is to maintain or lose weight, gain control over your emotions, take your focus off your symptoms, or live a more passionate life on purpose, Come Back Strong is the blueprint.
This step-by-step guide will teach you:
- How to educate and empower yourself to have better conversations with your doctors.
- How to use complementary medicine to minimize premenopause, perimenopause, and menopause symptoms.
- How to make lifestyle changes to feel more balanced.
- Tools to change your thoughts, words, and feelings so you have more control over your emotions.
- How to discover your purpose, uncover your passions, and look forward to the next chapter of your life.
- How to find peace, harmony, joy, and purpose despite your symptoms of menopause.
Come Back Strong includes:
- Practical tips to choose the right perspective and manage expectations.
- Real-world advice to help reduce stress.
- Ideas to gain support, not sabotage from your support network and realistic ways to ask for help.
- Definitions and explanations of wellness, the natural progression of menopause, the suddenness of surgical menopause, and the symptoms of menopause, as well as the difference between synthetic and bioidentical hormone replacement therapies.
“IT IS ABSOLUTELY A MUST-READ!”
“Tips, tricks, laughter, and love are in abundance here.”
“Her words are humble, yet she confidently speaks of how to sit up and take control of her life, the way we all should consider doing.”
“Educational, inspirational, motivational.”
“Lori's book cuts through the esoteric nonsense about 'bouncing back' or 'hang-in in there,' and gives you a beautiful, step-by-step process to live a life of wonder and explode your potential."
“Lori Ann King has brought honesty, vulnerability, grit and humor to this guidebook.”
“Warm and welcoming. It sets a tone of support and encouragement sprinkled with dashes of humor.”
“I read it in 1 day because I couldn't put it down.”
“Lori Ann King's journey reveals practical yet powerful techniques that will help you overcome regardless of your personal struggle. Her strength and compassion are an inspiration to us all."
“Leaves you with a positive outlook to handle life struggles."
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Enjoy an excerpt from Come Back Strong:
I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up
On April 16, 2015, back into surgery I went, hoping and trusting for the best-case scenario: the simple removal of one ovary and its fallopian tube. I was excited to erase the pain that was burdening me. I didn’t expect anything else to happen. My new doctor would be in communication with Jim throughout surgery and decisions would be made on my behalf while my only task was to remain unconscious and trust that I was in good hands.
I awoke to learn that the worst-case scenario had happened: I had received a full hysterectomy as well as a double oophorectomy. Uterus, cervix, ovaries, fallopian tubes—everything had been removed due to the severity of endometriosis that had been found.
I expected to be pain free when I woke. It didn’t work that way. I was in severe pain. I was tired. I was afraid. I couldn’t pee or poop. My body felt and looked swollen and bloated. This was uncharted territory and I had no idea how to fix it.
I spent one night in the hospital. I was on pain meds and my new doctor prescribed an Ambien to sedate me, to no avail. Sleep would not come. I awoke every hour or two, and in the morning felt exhausted. People were in and out of my room all night, often the reason I would wake up. Nurses had different tasks to perform. Some came to draw blood or check my temperature or vitals. Some, it seemed, simply came in to erase a name off the board and announce loudly that their shift was changing.
I had a history of panic attacks, and this was a breeding ground for anxiety. I cried at the drop of a hat for what seemed like no reason. My breathing sped up, my heart raced, a lump developed in my throat, and I felt the anxiousness that comes from a panic attack. As I tried to calm myself and slow my breathing, feelings of worry and depression would roll in. I no longer felt healthy and vibrant. I felt like I had fallen into a pit of darkness and despair. And I couldn’t get up. How long would I feel this way?
Jim arrived in the morning to take me home. Although we were told I would be discharged early and quickly, somehow that translated into several hours of waiting. And crying. And anger. It was around this time that a nurse came into my room to check on me and innocently asked why I was crying.
“Because I just had a fucking hysterectomy!” I shouted at her, immediately embarrassed, but too frustrated to stop myself. If Jim could have crawled under the bed right then, he would have. I thought from embarrassment or shame. He later told me, he was just plain scared.
So was I. Who was this person that had taken control over my mouth, screaming and cursing at innocent caretakers? Was she even human?
Anger quickly turned to humiliation, guilt, remorse, and shame, partnered with a fresh new set of uncontrollable tears. Later, I apologized.
My new doctor who performed my surgery was not available to discharge me, so another doctor came to counsel me before we left.
I remember feeling uncomfortable and frustrated with the idea of yet another new doctor, but wanted to go home nonetheless. I was embarrassed at how quickly and ferociously I had snapped at the nurse who was simply doing her job and being kind. I didn’t recognize myself or how I felt. I scared myself with my outburst. I felt ashamed for not asking more questions ahead of time to prepare myself. Questions about what this worst-case scenario meant for my recovery and the rest of my life.
Was it too late to ask?