I've never minded, up until a few months ago (when probably due to all the trauma my poor body has been subjected to) they just went crazy. Heavy, heavy, heavy, very stop-start...had one shocker that gushed for 2 whole weeks. The logistics of managing that much bleeding is exhausting. At that point I suddenly understood why some (older perimenopausal) women are glad to see them go. But I also untuitively felt it was a sign of how much my whole self was affected by what has happened to me, and to rest more and look after myself. Since then I'm just glad I'm still bleeding on a semi-regular basis, it's a hopeful sign that my fertility isn't gone for good.