i will keep this short. the anesthesia and pain meds are still barreling through my veins and my thoughts are fleeting, foggy, at best. and i can barely muster the energy to type these next words.
the baby is lost.
my right fallopian tube is lost.
that one shred of hope i held deep down in my heart, it too, is lost.
though i am grateful this time to have not been faced with life-and-death gravity of previous ectopics, i am still living a nightmare.
i am beyond broken. and all is lost.