Living in the Midst
As I woke up from the anesthesia, I eased my hand under the blanket to feel around my belly. I found a band-aid across my belly button, as I expected. I was hoping to find more band-aids, I wanted to know it wasn't in my head, but first let me explain how I found myself… Continue reading It Wasn’t In My Head
On being seen... or not, as the case may be Last fall I shared how I felt dismissed at my annual gynecology appointment. "Being seen" is not how I would describe that interaction. Through that experience I realized I had to be my own advocate. I couldn’t wait for someone else to speak up for… Continue reading On Being Seen
If you get squeamish about bodily functions, this may not be the post for you to read. If you are intrigued by statements like that, read on! 🙂 https://sarahcandersen.com/ I was twelve years old. I was in seventh grade. I woke up on Thanksgiving morning, went to the bathroom and right away I knew something… Continue reading Monthly Rhythms
We knew it was going to be a hot day -- close to 90 F near noon, so we tried to get an early start. However, I must have turned off my alarm in my sleep and we woke up a little late. We were still out of the door by 7 am. It didn't… Continue reading Santiago de Compostela
I hesitated in posting this because it deals with the specific aspects of my infertility – my period, or lack thereof. I hesitated because this isn't a topic our culture talks about publicly very often (since the beginning of time across all cultures, really). Somehow periods, though completely natural and necessary for life, became dirty and… Continue reading Reminders