My own private abortion

I will be leaving very soon to take part in the 10th wave of Moral Mondays here in North Carolina. I was arrested June 10 for taking part in civil disobedience at the N.C. General Assembly; I won't be arrested again today, but we are expecting a record crowd and it will take some time before I'm home again.

Apologies for not being here to tend to my diary for long this afternoon. I hope you understand.

I was 27 years old and had just been diagnosed with breast cancer. It was April 1988, just three months before my mother was to die from disseminated breast cancer that had ravaged her brain, her bones, her lungs, her liver.

I was 13 weeks pregnant when I had to make a decision: to terminate the pregnancy and move ahead with treatment for breast cancer, or to wait until I gave birth before beginning treatment.

I chose.

I chose.

I chose.

I chose.