Before Claiming "Rights" and "Choice" Consider This

Hardest time in my life, hands down: Mid-twenties. Not because I had made terrible life choices. By 26 I had bought a house, couldn't have picked a better guy to be married to, had a fun, well-paid job, traveled, graduated from college and was surrounded by an abundance of friends and family. I had nothing but hope for a beautiful future. I silently felt proud of my decent choices because life you could say, mirrored the so-called American dream. Until, I suddenly found myself in a position where I did not have a choice. I was seven weeks along and walked into my job looking for answers. Reasons why I was experiencing scary, not-good pregnancy symptoms, red flags that potentially meant I was no longer with child. Ironically, the woman I worked for had recently finished a masters in midwifery. On the verge of losing composure, I asked her several questions. What I really wanted to do was scream and cry and beg as if she held the answers I was looking for: "Please just tell me ...