Friday, February 8, 2019
The Day I Didnt Have an Abortion :: Personal Narrative Essays
  The Day I Didnt Have an Abortion   Have you  constantly stopped to ponder on the fragility of  liveliness? I had always taken  life for  grant and never gave much thought to how or when my life might end.  Then, in June, I was awakened to the realization of just how unstable the  balance of life and death can be.    I was still a young bride. Jim and I had been married for four years but had  been unsuccessful in  get a family started. It was not a matter of not  trying. After having  see two miscarriages and an episode of uterine  cancer within those four years, my chances of ever be glide slope a mother seemed to  be so remote as to seem impossible. My  defines had already told me that another  pregnancy was out of the question and inserted a loop (a contraceptive  device that is permanently placed in the  orifice of the uterus) just to make  sure that his orders would be heeded. He wanted to  thwart any accidents.    Six months passed and my monthly checkups were sho   wing that there were no  raw(a)  growths and no complications. Meanwhile, I was busy getting back into the  working  earth as a junior accountant for a farm equipment  head in our small  northern California town. I enjoyed the work and the  necktie with my  coworkers and our customers helped to keep my mind off my unfulfilled mothering  instincts. I found myself mothering my coworkers  well-favored advice, lending a  listening ear as well as making homemade breads, brownies and cookies for them.     Soon it was time for my seventh month checkup. The doctor went through his  routine probing, fluid checks and questioning. All appeared to be in order.  However, a few days later, he called to ask that I come to his office. He  wouldnt say why, just that we needed to have a little chat. As I placed the  phone back in its cradle, I was trembling. This  essential mean that the cancer had  returned. I felt that I had to pull myself together. If it was coming back, this  soon, then my li   fe was going to be very short. There were so many things that I  had always wanted to see and/or do.  
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