For twelve years, Claudia has been counting—not birthdays or anniversaries, but days of unrelenting menstrual bleeding that has consumed her life. It began just months into her marriage to Peter, a love she thought would finally heal the wounds of her difficult childhood and estrangement from her family. But as the bleeding persisted despite endless medical interventions, their relationship crumbled under the weight of hospital bills, physical intimacy issues, and the unspoken would this ever end? Now Claudia lives a stripped-down existence, her once-promising career reduced to part-time work she can manage between bouts of anemia and exhaustion. Her apartment is arranged around her condition—dark sheets, practical furniture, emergency supplies always at the ready. Every doctor's appointment brings the same shocked expressions when she answers the routine question about her last period, followed by treatments that drain her bank account but never stop the flow. Alone and desperate after a decade of suffering, Claudia finds herself in the back pew of a church she's never entered before. In a moment of raw courage, she stands before the congregation and asks for prayer for her mysterious, unending condition. The uncomfortable silence that follows is broken by a pastor's compassionate response and a community that rallies around this stranger in their midst.
The compassion this book calls you towards is beautiful. You want to hug her in and sit with her in her pain. A reminder of the importance of church community.