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Semi-Intro

Endlessly - The Cab

      Hello, my name is Jasmine Evans. Ever since I was a little girl, all I wanted was to grow up and have a huge family of my own. I wanted to find my prince charming and have children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I had always envisioned myself as a successful mother and wife. I dreamed of having multiple children, often saying that I wanted my own football team-sized family. 

       All of my dreams were destroyed a week after my sixteenth birthday when my Mom took me to my first "Lady Doctor" appointment. After going through extensive testing, exams, blood draws, and ultrasounds, it had become apparent the I had a heart-shaped Uterus. My doctor then explained that my uterus had developed improperly while I was in my mother's womb, causing any pregnancies in my future to potentially be high risk. This diagnosis was extremely detrimental to any plans I had. Needless to say, I was absolutely crushed. I had spent the entirety of my life focused on working hard to get good grades so that college would be a very real option for me. I had wanted to get into my dream college, find the perfect man, get married, and have my first child before the age of 30. 

      Now you're probably wondering why I couldn't just have a c-section every time I got pregnant, or why I couldn't just have a correctional surgery performed to right my uterus. Well, when I was a young child, my parents had noticed that when I played outside with my friends and got any little scratches or bumps that were normal for a child to get occasionally, I would bruise extremely easily and bleed profoundly every time. After going to the hospital and undergoing extensive testing, I was diagnosed with Von Willebrand disease type 3. My mother has type 2 passed down from her grandmother to her father, who all have type 1 (excluding my mother of course)  My Dad has type 1 passed down from his grandfather to his mother, who all have type 1 as well. Fortunately, they have lived a pretty normal life with treatments and medication. 

     My parents had hoped and prayed that I wouldn't have the disease, they truly knew how hard it was to live a life conforming to the strict treatments and regulations that such a disease would ensue. As soon as they were both diagnosed, all of the "normal things" children got to do were suddenly out of the question for my parents. Their lives were (and still are) a constant battle and struggle, fighting to have just the most minimal of freedoms. Liberations that sadly, weren't afforded to them, in fear that something disastrous would happen.

      In my case, due to having Type 3, treatments only slightly dull the effects. So if I were to have any major surgery or even a c-section, I would most likely bleed out on the table. Before receiving my diagnosis of having a heart-shaped uterus, I had just planned to have a vaginal birth. Even though there were still risks involving any pregnancy, it was worth it in my mind to have a child and be a mother. I was then deemed to be such a high risk for death during any pregnancy I would have, the doctors had suggested that I have my tubes tied sometime between the ages of 18-21 so that I would have time to think about my options when I was a legal adult. I was extremely upset at the doctors and myself. I spiraled into a deep depression and fell behind in my social life, school work, and spending time with my family. My parents had ultimately decided to homeschool me and had gotten numerous tutors to help me with my school work. 

     After almost 9 onths into all of the treatments, tutoring, and therapy sessions, I had finally gotten into some sort of a routine. I would get up in the morning between 5:00-5:30, go through my daily routine, make myself breakfast, and be ready to start the day. Part of my therapy was that I had to write in both a dream journal in the mornings, and write an entry in an all-around generalized daily journal. I'd often sit on my window seat curled up in my favorite fuzzy blanket, right after I had woken up,  and just write. At first, I had thought that the mandatory journal entries as my own personal hell. I would use every excuse in the book to get off with only having to write the most basic and minimal entries, as possible.

Before continuing with this story I wanted to put up a tiny part of the introduction chapter. I'm curious to see if anyone is interested in reading this story. Please understand that this is the first story that I have seriously considered writing, let alone completing. Updates will be slow as I start to slowly dip my feet into the water. Any comments, questions, and feedback are more than welcome! As I said, I'm new to this sort of thing and I'd really appreciate any constructive criticism aimed towards my writing.