A few days later I sat with mum at the clinic a little nervous, ok a lot nervous, I was sweating a little refusing to look anyone in the eyes, I felt very anxious about what am about to do, though I have made up my mind to do it despite the so many times mum tried talking me out of it, it still didn't make it any easier.
"Evelyn Wright," the attending nurse called my name startling me.
I looked at mum, her look saying one more chance to back out, but I took a deep breath squaring my shoulders, and walked into the clinic with mum following me behind.
I could feel her hesitation because these go against everything she believes in, but since that is what I wanted she was willing to go along to support me.
Inside the room the doctor went ahead to counsel me, explaining the whole procedure and yadda, I wanted to yell can we get on with it already because of how much fear was clogging my throat.
