Fuck You, Trump. My baby was “ripped out of my womb” because I was going to die.
Cecily Kellogg

I’m not a woman. I’m not American. I’m not a doctor. But I hope I’m not an ass hat. I feel for you and applaud your voice, because I can only imagine you have reached your last straw to have pushed you into sharing your intensely personal tragedy with so many who dismiss its reality; (but hopefully more from whom you’ll draw strength). Your story is devastatingly raw, and you have written it in, maybe, the only language the wretched can understand or hear. I can only thank you for sharing and hope real voices and reason will always trump Trump.

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