You know my heart and its ways
You who formed me before I was born
In the secret of darkness before I saw the sun
In my mother’s womb
~Psalm 139
Welcome to the world little Bear. One more sleep and I will hold you in my arms. Your Sitti
You know my heart and its ways
You who formed me before I was born
In the secret of darkness before I saw the sun
In my mother’s womb
~Psalm 139
Welcome to the world little Bear. One more sleep and I will hold you in my arms. Your Sitti
“Your right ovary is enlarged. That’s unusual after menopause.”
This is not something you want to hear from your gynecologist when your mother died from ovarian cancer at 61 years of age. I stare at the ceiling and try to stay calm.
“Let’s schedule an ultrasound.”
I go mute. I don’t ask any questions. So unlike me. I accept my sentence and graciously take my referral paperwork from the nurse and half listen to her instructions. I need to get to work for a meeting at 9am. I’ll process this later. It’s Wednesday and life is busy.