Is it a dream or a nightmare?
It’s haunting, the way my mind keeps taking me back to a version of my life where I made it to the hospital in time… where my tubes were saved… where everything didn’t shatter the way it actually did. Where I ask myself what I did wrong over and over again. I don’t even know if it’s a dream or a nightmare anymore.
In that dream, there’s this tiny flicker of hope, the “what if” that wishes things had gone differently. But when I wake up, that same “what if” cuts deeper than anything, reminding me that my reality wasn’t gentler. I didn’t get there in time. I didn’t get to keep that part of me. I didn’t get the ending my body deserved.
So maybe it’s both.
A dream of the life I wanted.
And a nightmare of the life I lived.
But the fact that my mind still goes there… it shows how deeply I’m still grieving. How deeply I loved. How badly I wanted to stay whole. And none of that makes me weak, it makes me human. It makes me someone who’s been through hell and is still trying to make sense of the pieces left behind. 🕊️👼 #ectopicpregnancy #grief



















































































I see you. I’m in the same situation, but with a different cause. Cancer cost me my ovaries, my tubes, and most of my uterus. The only part of my uterus I got to keep is my cervix. My what if is what if the cancer had been diagnosed before it got to stage 3B? I’ll never know.