During my last year of college I became very sick. So sick I became anemic. Because my condition fell under the umbrella of female reproductive health, visits to my college health center were not helpful. I went about finishing up classes, graduation, packing up my belongings and moving 3,000 across the country and then eventually back to Indiana. By this time, I was very sick and my quality of life was not good. I decided to go to Planned Parenthood right here in Indianapolis during my lunch break from my new job. The woman I saw examined me and asked me about my symptoms. She treated me with dignity and respect. She concluded I had fibroid tumors in my uterus. She inquired about my job status and health insurance. I told her that I had just started a new job a few weeks ago, so my insurance had not kicked in yet. Plus, this would surely be viewed as a pre-existing condition. Knowing that this would be a lengthy course of action involving injectable drugs and later surgery, she presented some options to me. After lots of questions and answers, we agreed that going to a teaching hospital would be the best bet for my health and for my finances. It took about a year, but I eventually reclaimed my clean bill of health. Planned Parenhood gave me guidance, education, and choices. Planned Parenthood gave me the power to take charge of my reproductive health, and I will be forever grateful for Planned Parenthood's role in my story.