Prolapse. Falling forward. It's been that way for years, but now it's bleeding, and fibroid tumors are growing, and even her naturopath says it's time for it to go. "Jerk the works," is how Martha likes to put it.
I didn't know how small an unoccupied uterus was. Smaller than my fist. The first home of Alan and Tori. And now a stranger -- a highly competent stranger, a nice young woman, about twelve years old, she looks to our eyes -- is going to carefully cut it out, and throw it away.