Women, Golf and Menapause

Ooo, what a topic.  I think the best way to exemplifly this topic is by telling a story.  Once upon a time there was a lovely lady who was a mediocre golfer.  Had a few hole in ones, broken 90 on a number of occasions, and did fairly well in competitions.  This lovely lady gets talked into playing in the Ladies' Club Championship in the net flight.  Out she goes to start her round.
Gets a birdie here, a par there, maybe a bogey or two and then goes into hole nine with a score of 36.  Yahoo!  It's a par 5.  Great drive, great second shot, has 70 yards to the hole, chunks it with a wedge into a deep, deep bunker.  The lovely lady knows she's a sh*t bunker player, but even if she gets a bogie, she's at 41 and on track to break her lowest round.  Uh oh.  Big mistake the lovely lady makes.  She thinks about the FUTURE and what COULD BE.  She digs her feet into the sand, chokes down on the club (she's on the uphill side), positions the ball a little back in her stance, takes a swing, doesn't follow through and the ball rolls down the side of the bunker into one of her foot prints.  Deep breath.  After 5 tries, she's finally out and gets an 8.   Now, comes the fun part.  You see her face turn red, she takes a few deep breaths and then lets out a scream.  Her playing opponents look at her and tears begin to stream down her cheeks and she proceeds to bawl her eyes out.  Her playing opponents are now around her, "it's ok, it's ok.  It's only one hole."  "It's not the golf she bawls.  I have no idea why I'm crying!" And, really she doesn't know why this is happening.  She's used to making friggin' 8's on holes. (It is of good fortune that the lovely lady's handsome husband wasn't around because she might have wrapped her 6 iron around his neck and screamed, "this is all you fault!") This continues into the next hole and the lovely lady says, "I can't take this".  And quits.  I wish there was a happier ending for the story.  But, alas, that's the way it was.  The lovely lady is not a quitter and never has been.  Unfortunately the bawling breakdown happens again a month later and her friends quietly surround her and with respect say to her, "Go to the GD doctor and get on hormones!"  And, that, ladies and germs perfectly describes women, golf and menapause...