The truth about HRT
Recently, a friend in her late forties rang me in tears. Her marriage was falling apart because she’d become so insecure and her husband couldn’t cope, she kept having memory blanks in the middle of important work meetings, and her anxiety was so high she could no longer get behind the wheel of her car. Physically, she felt awful too – her joints ached, her migraines had got worse and she’d put on lots of weight because she no longer had the energy or motivation for exercise. Her GP, she said, told her she was perimenopausal and suggested HRT. “But,” said my friend, “there’s no way I’m taking that stuff. I’d rather put up
