DEC 12, 2018 | 9:15 AM
Without a hint of alarm, the doctor told me to go ahead and sit up on the exam table. The procedure was finished. I stared at the white-and-gray image on the X-ray monitor. The physician tried to gently explain what was wrong with me.
Walking back to the parking lot, I felt like I was sinking. I climbed inside my car and Googled the diagnosis for a congenital condition I’d never heard of. I started to scan online links, horrified at the mentions of surgeries and miscarriages, babies born with deformities because they did not have enough room to grow.
The tears came quickly and spilled down my face. I slipped the phone in my purse and tried to stop crying on my drive to work.
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