I was already a few months pregnant with our first child.

Suddenly it was determined that there was a 60% chance of an abnormality.

But which one, nobody knew.

We chose to terminate the pregnancy.

After four months, our child was described as ‘dead.’

Normally this shouldn’t happen, but I am still grateful to that gynecologist.

I got a breast infection on my left side.

When I looked it up online, I read that I only had six months to live.

I could link it to the grief of the past years.

Grief that I couldn’t process.

If it turns out it’s not what I feared so much,

then I will change my life.