I was watching TCM this month and this hauntingly beautiful song came on. I thought about everything that has happened with me this year:
The loss of me being able to see Dr. Martin Robbins in Maine due to him losing his colo-rectal surgeon
Me deciding that Dr. Albee was definitely "The Surgeon" to go see
My good faith to see my insurance company's "Top Surgeon" who turned out to be a major joke since I "don't have endo" and that "all of the records that he received from me were worthless and irrelevant"
My decision that I would continue to have surgery done by Dr. Albee
Me learning that I lost my uterus sometime in the evening/early morning hours from Jeff along with my cervix and part of my vagina
And me crying over the loss of it all shortly after surgery
And right before Christmas, the flood of the emotions that I had when we were trying to conceive back during Christmas Eve/Day of 2001
In the midst of this sorrow, I heard this song on TCM. For some reason, it's striking a chord with me right now.
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