For the record, we weathered the storm much better than I could have expected — although we were without power for a full five days, which, in a word, sucked.
But all told, not getting blown away (or flooded, or crushed, or) was a great birthday present. And, hey, if your gym is closed for five days in a row, there’s nothing like raking up the detritus of eight oak trees to get those endorphins rolling.
What I’m really here to share today, however, is another pretty wonderful thing I got for my birthday: the opportunity to share a difficult, but important, story over at SELF. It’s about my polycystic ovarian syndrome, and it’s about my abortion — but most importantly, it’s about women’s health and the right to choose. And although I struggled with writing it (not to mention with deciding whether or not I wanted to share this piece of my life in the first place), I’m happy I did, and I hope you’ll read it no matter where you stand on the issue.
These choices, and our ability to make them, impact not just the families — even temporary families –involved, but our society and culture as a whole. I can’t imagine what my life, not to mention my child’s life, would have looked like if I hadn’t been allowed to make my decision, which easily counts among the best I ever made.
Check it out over at SELF:
As always, thanks for reading.