Two scalpels, Two hearts.

Two hysterectomy’s, exactly six years apart to date. One due to recurrent pregnancy loss, one due to Stage 4 Metastatic Breast Cancer.

Theres no way time would

Let me forget,

But it has also led me

straight to regret.

All the things I never thought

to ask

Are coming up now,

an

impossible

task.

If we knew then

what we now know,

That my own body

would force me

to let go,

Oh, how much more

Our hearts

would’ve broken

A hysterectomy,

A devastating choice

unspoken.

You faced the scalpel

with a quiet might,

Holding your pain

in the softest light.

I wish your voice could

guide me still.

What would you say

to help me rebuild?

Miss you like hell, Manda 💔