Abortion is considered a secret. Women need to tell their stories.

Two days after seeing the second-opinion doctor, I’d be heading to my parents’ place near Buffalo, for Thanksgiving. My mother took charge. In her grief, she called everyone she could think of, finding an appointment at an abortion clinic near her house for that Friday, just three days away. I cried, both with the relief of knowing I needed to wait only a little longer, and with the heavy realization I wouldn’t deliver this baby that I wanted so much.