I just read this beautiful and sad story, and it made me cry some silent and desperate tears. It is about strength and love, and it may have hit me in a different way than most. My mother was a wonderful person, and one of the things that made me incredibly sad when I lost her was that she would never meet her grandchildren, and that any child of mine would never get to know her. Now that it is becoming increasingly clear that having a child will be difficult for us, and particularly in those moments when I fear that this will never happen, it feels like a double loss. No mother, no child.
This will get better. I know. There are lots of options we haven’t tried yet. But on some days it is just hard.