March twenty-eighth... There is a friction inside me surrounding this date; a rubbing of grief and celebration, of sadness and joy, of sorrow and thankfulness. March twenty-eighth will always be his day.
At 19, it was discovered that I had a tumor that, while benign, basically took over my left ovary resulting in its removal. The same year, I also found out I have a bicornuate uterus, a strange but common problem.