November is a hopeful month, full of spring and full of bumpf. And yet, this spring is grey for me, next week is Opal’s hysterectomy. Beside her side I wish to be, but that’s not our reality. So across the planet I do wait, to hear the news of her fate. I love my daughter with all my heart, the situation it does pick apart. Endo is the diagnosis, lifelong pain the prognosis.