M is for the many questions that keep me up at night.
The why me’s and how can this be?
You see the marvel of infertility is mind-blowing.
As a Wombman, your expectancy of pregnancy is always anticipated.
And yet, my divinity is a conundrum which has mystified me.
R is for the reality I’ve come to terms with.
This really has been a journey…
Realistically, I would love for my infertility to not be.
But in real-time, in this real world, and with the radical waves of life, I’ve grown into my radiance.
The righteous sisters I’ve met along this road-trip of life have made each rest-stop, remarkable.
K is for the kindhearted doctors that try their best, knowing they know nothing of this rare diagnosis.
Knowledge that I am 1 in 5,000.
I am a kindle of flame that flows like a kite in the night.
I am my own knight in shining armor, needing to knead into myself like dough, in order to keepsake each and every circumstance.
H is for the history I’ve had with this diagnosis dug so deep.
I had believed this was a hex put on me for the haunting.
Sitting in that hospital room at 17 with those 4 letters hovering and hazing over my whole entire existence.
Yet, here I am, holding my head high.
No one likes to say but, many times the healing hurts more than the wound.
This hurt has been helpful, in a way honorable.
I am able to find hope in the hospitality of my healing.