“I did not cry when I was told I had cancer. I did not cry when I was told of the surgeries, treatments, and procedures. I did not cry when I was told I would lose my hair and feel nauseous. But I cried when the doctor told me I would likely be infertile. Then, I cried.”
“Even though she’s 3 and he’s 90, they still have a lot to talk about!”
“How could a mother ever dream of regretting her children, leaving her family, or even worse, taking her own life? It’s unfathomable.”
“Life threw my family a curveball, forcing us to navigate through a dark, grief-stricken road after two of our children died.”
“He fought and fought. On this special day, he got to meet one of his favorite super heroes in the form a window washer. Batman is cool and all, but Noah is truly the superhero in this picture.”
“Now we had to worry about getting our son the help he needed, and protect ourselves from something we never did.”
“My heart burst. His name is Wally, he is 94, and he has been doing this for years!”
“I’d give anything for my 16-year-old body again – perky boobs, flat tummy – but you couldn’t get me back inside high school if you lured me there with chai tea lattes, Lululemon stretchy pants and gift cards to Nordstrom’s, all the things 30-somethings dream about.”
“Bite my tongue for even saying or thinking it, right? But, I did think about it.”
“I died after delivering my daughter. I flatlined for about 36 hours. Eventually, my heart began to beat on its own again. When my daughter was 2 weeks old, I was able to meet her for the first time since delivery. I had retrograde amnesia, memory loss even before the traumatic event. ‘What happened to Mommy?,’ my 2-year-old son asked. I was truly given my life back.”
