I never imagined that my mother wouldn't be here to see us continue the journey to parenthood that began nearly 8 years ago. Stricken with lung cancer, my mother died within 2 months of her diagnosis ... not nearly enough time for us to accept that she wouldn't be here if we ever had "good news."
During one of mom's many hospital stays, I sat on the edge of her bed and we cried together. I cried because I was a losing a mother, she cried because she was leaving us before she was ready - she wanted to see her 3 grandchildren grow and wished she could see a grandchild from her only daughter.
As we prepare for the pills, injections and doctor's visits I think of my mother. Through two failed in-vitros she was there, through countless negative pregnancy tests, she was there and through numerous hospital stays, needles and surgeries mom was always there.
Mom was always an inspiration and while many think we should wait until I've mourned my mother - I tell them it's her strength and will that's a part of me, and she'd want us to continue ... that is why our journey begins.
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