Shy veins

I was 20 and it was an easy choice. I had a good therapist and a good partner, but I also had a long history of treating my body like it didn’t deserve love. My abortion changed that. I played sudoku in the waiting room and made my partner laugh. I told the staff that they were all heroes. The hardest part was finding a cooperative vein for my IV. We napped all day afterwards and went to a concert that night that we had tickets for far in advance. My life was allowed to keep going, with me at the helm, and I finally claimed my body as my own, giving myself the protection and advocacy I always deserved.