|I don't often go to Kalkaska, but when I do, I try to draw it out.|
Kalkaska is one of my favorite words: Kalkaska sand.
Driving south on US-131 to Kalkaska, the Pink Elephant will be on the left, and the shoe tree on the right. I headed there yesterday for a non-pregnancy related ultrasound.
I first saw my children through their grainy ultrasound profiles, from Kalkaska Memorial Radiology Department.
Ultrasounds can be hard to endure. Among the pre-ultrasound questions, there are two that stand out: "How many pregnancies? How many births?"
Instead of numbers, I want to answer, "How much time to you have? Want to get a cup of coffee?"
Miscarriages are common. Common does not equal easy.
I have a memory of a Kalkaska ultrasound that went looking, searching, measuring in the sand.
No matter how many clicks, how much gel, no matter how much kindness--no heartbeat was found.