I was seven years old.
The bathroom door was closed and I could hear her muffling tears.
“Mommy are you okay?”
I swung the door open and stood frozen in fear.
Blood was everywhere. Her face was bright red and swollen from tears. Her hands were bloodied and shaking.
Towels covered the floor all around the toilet and I could still see the trail of blood from the shower to where she stood. Bent over. Wincing from the pain.
She held back tears and shouted, “Mommy is okay Peanut!” —Her favorite nickname from me since I was born a premie.
I couldn’t hold back my tears or my fear. What was this?
What was going on?
She wrapped herself in the last clean towel and held me. “I’ll explain this to you in a minute, Peanut. I pray every night this never happens to you.”
That was the day that I learned about the curse placed upon my maternal line and our wombs. That was the day that I first met Endometriosis.
#TheGirlWithTheSilverSpoon — part 1