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The worry started with her missed period and remained, despite light spotting two weeks later.  Unable to afford a refill of Loestrin, she rolled the reproductive dice, and lost.

Denial seemed the best initial option.  It worked for half a month, until breasts tautened and ached, and her stomach emptied before work.  A purchased home test, stick held in the pee stream, a positive read, an appointment with a feminist health centre.

Megan stared at the papers in front of her.  She didn’t know abortion could cause breast cancer.  When Megan asked for clarification, the counsellor replied state law prevented her from rendering any counter-information to what the state legislature declared as fact.  Her head throbbed as the term ‘trans-vaginal ultrasound’ scraped its way into her psyche, a procedure ordered by state law.  The anti-big government government mandated those things and more.  Video of performed vacuum aspiration as well as dilation and curettage procedures, and a documented twenty-four hour wait.  The impositions eviscerated her tenuous mental equilibrium. Later, vacillation stirred up restlessness and a sleepless night.

Exasperated, Megan left bed at 3AM and internet surfed.  Conflicting information displayed, some despising her right to make reproductive decisions, others who countered the arguments.  She read of men only invited speakers at a Congressional hearing on contraceptives.  One state held an election on something called a personhood amendment.  In Idaho, a legislator implied women might claim rape in order to access legal abortion.  Another state proposed prohibiting abortion after twenty weeks of gestation, setting the count start at the first day of the last menstrual period.  Republicans and Catholic bishops denounced requiring contraceptives coverage under health insurance policies.

Golden rays of early sun tickled her cheek and nose with warmth, waking her.  Megan showered, dressed, and drove to the feminist health centre, resolute.