As I was sitting at the lab today getting vile after vile of blood drawn, I started to panic a little. One of those tiny viles of blood could have the answer in it. The reason why I have lost two babies this past year. *Gulp*
I pray that the answer is a simple fix. But what if it isn't? What if I am about to open Pandora's Womb here? What if I am about to lose a blissful ignorance that I can never return to?
Obviously, I am am aware of what can go wrong during a pregnancy, so I am not entirely blissfully ignorant. But now I could be finding out what is wrong with me. And once I know there is something wrong with me, I can't ever go back to not knowing that something is wrong with me.
But I have to know. I must know why. Even if I do not like the answers that I get.
So, I am going to open Pandora's Womb fully knowing that once it is opened I can't close it again. I am going to wait for my blood panel results. I am going to have my saline hysterogram next week.
In the Greek myth, Pandora's curiosity gets the best of her and she opens the jar. You know, the one she is never supposed to open? (And yes, it was really a jar and not a box.) All things evil escape, and she would not be able to recollect those things and shove them back in the jar. But when she looked back into what she thought was a now empty jar, she saw that one thing still remained there- Hope.
