Thursday, May 30, 2019

The Day I Didnt Have an Abortion :: Personal Narrative Essays

The Day I Didnt Have an Abortion   Have you incessantly stopped to ponder on the fragility of life? I had unceasingly taken life for granted 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 temporary 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 getting a family started. It was not a matter of not trying. After having experienced two miscarriages and an episode of uterine cancer within those four years, my chances of ever becoming a mother seemed to be so remote as to seem impossible. My doctors had already told me that another pregnancy was out of the question and inserted a coil (a contraceptive device that is permanently placed in the opening of the uterus) just to make sure that his orders would be heeded. He wanted to prevent any accidents.   sestet months passed and my monthly checkup s were showing that there were no new growths and no complications. Meanwhile, I was busy getting back into the working world as a subordinate accountant for a farm equipment dealer in our small northern California town. I enjoyed the work and the association with my coworkers and our customers helped to keep my mind off my unrealized mothering instincts. I found myself mothering my coworkers giving advice, lending a listening ear as well as making homemade breads, brownies and cookies for them.   Soon it was time for my one-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 get hold 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 moldiness mean that the cancer had returned. I felt that I had to pull myself together. If it was coming back, this soon, then my life was going to be very short. There were so some things that I had always wanted to see and/or do.

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