A pathologist examines two dead young women and passes sections of organs to pathology for examination. The pathologist examines the specimens and questions the accuracy of the collection of tissue. When the collection has been confirmed the answer is devastating. The impact of this finding stretches far beyond the lives and families of the two women.
Kim Bishop was finally fully awake at about six AM. She was in a hospital room. She hurt. Her whole belly hurt. She tried to move and it felt like it was being torn apart. She remembered. This was to be expected. Her belly would hurt but she would be rid of that organ which would ruin her career. Six to eight weeks to recover from surgery beat two years of pregnancies. She moved her hand toward her belly to massage it, to hold it, to somehow reduce the pain.
Her hand hit a bandage. She tried to lift her body to see her belly but when she did, she felt like her belly was splitting in half. With her hand she explored her belly. It was covered with a bandage. Marcy told her this surgery would be done without cutting her. She could begin to hit a few shots in three weeks and play in six or seven. She found the button and pressed it. The nurse came quickly.
“What happened to me?”
“You’ll be fine. The doctor will be in to see you about ten. She was really tired when she left. She did a good job, though. I’ve been monitoring you all night. You’re only doing a little spotting. They opened you up and got the bleeding stopped.”
Kim had still not gasped the meaning of what had been said, “It hurts, can I have something?”
“Sure. You’re on a drip. Just hit that button and you get a dose.”
Ten minutes later Kim was in a morphine induced sleep.
They woke her at about ten. Joan was there. She would have to address the situation. This young woman would probably not take the news well. The pain was starting to bleed through the Morphine.
“Good morning, how are you feeling?” Joan asked.
“I feel sleepy, tired, and my belly hurts. The shot helped but it’s wearing off some. Can I have another?”
“Just press the button when you need something.”
“I thought it would stop hurting when they took it out.”
“Took what out?”
“My uterus. That’s why you operated, it was bleeding and the only thing you could do is take it out.”
Joan pulled back the sheet and checked the pad under Kim’s buttocks. “Good, the spotting is almost stopped. We were able to fix the problem. I have good news, we didn’t have to take out your uterus, we tied the bleeders, sewed it up and it’s still there. You can still have children.”
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