Sitting on her hopsital bed, she thinks about her future.

She just had a surgery to remove a part of her.

A part of of her, that she always was certain she would have until she died.

She got the news a year ago, that she had cervix cancer.

She went through all the treatment options, but they still said that she had the cancer.

It would not go away.

If they did not remove her womb, the cancer would turn aggressive, and spread throughout her body.

She went through the surgery.

She wishes she never got cancer.

She wishes she could have children.

She could almost imagine what they would like.

Imagined names would be.

Imagined what foods they would like and dislike.

Imagined what they would be allergic to.

Imagined what they would be like on their prom night.

When they graduated high school.

Whenthey went on their first date.

First kiss.

College.

Wedding.

First child.

And so on.

She buried her face in her hands.

She sobbed.

Her body wracked with pain and sorrow.

She thought, I could always adopt.

But, a thought interceded that one, but I wont feel the baby grow inside me.

She shook her head.

She wishes her hudsband was here, but he was in Afgahnastan.

But most of all she wishes she never had cancer.