’You may never be able to run again’
The words kept ringning in my ears as I left the room.
The gynaecology nurse who had just fitted me with a pessary was very sweet and tried to be understanding. She had probably no idea how much those words actually hurt me, and that I would never be able to forget that moment.
Part of me wanted to lie down and cry and to just give up. But another part realised that I needed this too much. That this couldn’t be the end. I wanted to prove the nurse wrong.
I wanted to be able to run again.