When I was 19, I went to my local Planned Parenthood clinic in Los Angeles for routine care, and to get birth control. On one of my visits, the doctor discovered ovarian cysts. I had several of them, and before I could even have the scheduled surgery to remove them, one of them grew so large it destroyed one of my ovaries. With surgery, the other ovary was saved. If the cysts hadn't been found when they were, I might have lost both ovaries, which would have made it impossible for me to conceive a child in the usual manner. Because of PP I *was* able to conceive, 13 years later (when I was ready to make the decision to become a parent). My son is now 12, and this blog carnival has reminded me to be very grateful for the care I received from Planned Parenthood - without it, he might not be here.
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