The Thief Called Endometriosis

Bed with monogramed pillow and nightstand with lamp, peonies, and cup of tea

I woke up without an ovary Friday October 25th 2019. It was gray, cloudy, and on the verge of rain but with the contrasting joyous riot of fall color on every tree across the mountains. I lay in a hospital bed fuzzy, floating, and keenly sad. While the anesthesia claimed me, I gave up something…

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