Why women from 13 to 60 need the Wild Yam Cream . . . and some men too.

Ninety percent of American women suffer from some type of menstrual problem. I suspect your PMS story can’t be as bad as mine. But parts of our stories probably match. If you’re like me, you’ve suffered from the day you had your first period: Debilitating cramps. Wild mood swings. Super sensitive breasts. Pain that would make a line backer double over. 

Ninety percent of American women suffer from some type of menstrual problem. I suspect your PMS story can’t be as bad as mine. But parts of our stories probably match. If you’re like me, you’ve suffered from the day you had your first period: Debilitating cramps. Wild mood swings. Super sensitive breasts. Pain that would make a line backer double over.  

Fortunately, I’ve finally found relief. Now you can, too. 

Here’s my tale. In the late 1940s, my mother desperately tried to have a baby. After two heartbreaking miscarriages, she heard about a special study at the University of Chicago. The researchers there were testing a promising new drug that would allow her to carry a baby to term. 

During her pregnancy my mother received 52 injections of a drug called DES, which turned out to be an artificial form of estrogen. The stuff did everything it promised! She got her dream: me. But DES turned out to be my nightmare. Later, as we DES babies grew up, these same researchers discovered this massive exposure to estrogen as fetuses caused severe deformities in the sexual organs of both males and females. (What will they find out 20 years from now about estrogen replacement therapy?)  

In my case, I was born with cervical cancer. And I only have one working ovary. My uterus is in backwards. And I’m too embarrassed to tell you the rest! But the point here is, my messed up system created menstrual problems I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I take that back. I would! 

PMS: The Bitch From Hell 

Ovaries alternate releasing eggs once a month. When it’s my non-working ovary’s turn, I suffer no menstrual cramps or hot flashes. But I dread the months when the egg comes from the functional ovary. For 10 days before my period, I experience pain equal to natural child birth. Only drugs with strong narcotics put a dent in the agony. My sister, who lives in Canada, sends me pain pills that are not available here so I could have enough presence to get dressed and go to work. 

Talk about PMS. Hey, it was no secret in my case. I am the bitch from hell! 

Things got worse as I got older. The physicians felt my exposure to DES intensified the typical symptom of menopause. 

At age 44, I am perimenopausal. (Perimenopause is the decade before menopause when women’s bodies slowly and subtly begin to prepare for menopause. Perimenopause typically starts around age 40, but can begin as early as 35.) The hot flashes, which I had only experienced right before my period, intensified and became common throughout the month. My wild mood swings, which before had only been the hallmark of PMS, affected me all month long. There were times when an emotional cloud engulfed me for 30 days straight, choking me in a fog of malaise. And, for the first time in my life, I couldn’t fall asleep. Or stay asleep. 

Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. In fact, I had become a prisoner of my menstrual cycles. I prayed for relief. But I was very picky about the solutions I sampled. After spending a lifetime coping with the sad side effects of an artificial “wonder” drug, I was not about to make the same mistake twice. I certainly wasn’t going to take more artificial estrogen. (Been there, done that.) If the solution wasn’t 100 percent natural, I wasn’t interested.