A Life Lived Chronically - Memior of a DES Daughter

I am writing this now because the reckoning has finally come.

For decades, I lived as evidence—examined, monitored, and interpreted. My body was a study, a statistic, a case file; a story other people told. They measured my life in test results and follow-up appointments, in risk categories and probabilities. I became a patient long before I became a woman.

But this story is mine.

I write from truth, not fear. I survived this once; now I can witness it. The reckoning does not arrive with fury. It arrives quietly—through words, through memory, and through the refusal to be silenced.

Every sentence is proof that I am still here.