“After my mom and dad died of cancer, the woman who had finally given me a chance in life, believed in me, and treated my like her own was taken away so cruelly — cancer again. I was classified as homeless. I tarnished myself with the name ‘Bad Omen.’ Death followed me everywhere.”
“We witness mini-miracles every single day. There’s a new, fierce, protective kind of unconditional love for her we wouldn’t have otherwise known.”
“Wanting to be normal came at a price. Now, when I look in the mirror, I don’t cry anymore.”
“Your birth mother’s words poured off the page as though she’d been waiting to tell this story for years. It was as if she couldn’t write fast enough.’ It was both heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time.”
“Two days before flying back to America, I found out I was pregnant. I sat in the bathroom and sobbed. I wanted his comfort during pregnancy and birth. The thought of doing it alone was overwhelming.”
“Case after case passed us by. Finally, Drew pointed right to her case and said, ‘That’s the one.’”
“There wasn’t enough representation of lesbians adopting through foster care. It’s hard to find stories like ours.”
“My husband became my full time caretaker, but he also upped his duties as my best friend, entertainer, hope dealer and truth speaker. He became my hands and feet, all of it.”
“Within a week, my stomach grew to appear 5 months pregnant. My entire abdomen was infected with small tumors. ‘You need a full hysterectomy.’ My biggest dream was to have kids. But there I was, 5 days before surgery, hearing the words, ‘You’re pregnant.’”
“I felt like I let Mrs. Fisher down. But what felt like devastation soon turned into a new passion, one fueled by an even greater source of love — my son.”
