I want to write about ovaries – my ovaries. For 35 years, I had the pair – the symmetrical duo. Then, on a bumpy five-hour bus ride to Bilbao, one twisted. It had filled with blood, and blown up in size, growing as round and heavy as a grapefruit. I landed in a crowded Spanish hospital, was prescribed pain medicine, and then I flew back over the Atlantic. There, my gynecologist drained the ‘grapefruit’. It filled up again almost immediately. Continue reading “Dulce de Higos” →