Cancer is an ugly word.
I went for the DNC on December 23, hoping and praying that what the biopsy had shown would NOT be there.
The Results are In
I feel hopelessness washing over me like a wave. I’m trying not to let it pull me under. Will I never hold a sweet little baby in my arms? Will I regret doing the procedure? Will I dream about the babies that could have been?
I’m sure that life won’t be easy over the next few weeks and months, maybe even years, but this one thing I’ve determined. Cancer is an ugly word, but it will not own me. I will fight. I will not give up. I choose to let it strengthen me!