5 Things to Remember When the Doctor Says You’ll Never be a Mom
Infertility & Miscarriage

5 Things to Remember When the Doctor Says You’ll Never be a Mom

I still remember the doctor looking at me over the top of her glasses. “What this means,” she explained, “is that it is very probable you will never bear children.” And something inside me just withered up and died right there. I stumbled through weeks, then months, and then years before I finally started breathing…

What happens when there is no miracle?
Loss

What happens when there is no miracle?

Before my son passed away, I spent almost every night hunched over his medical bed, checking to make sure his feeding tube was working correctly, adjusting his body in the darkness, rolling him on his side so he wouldn’t choke on his saliva.

This was my nightly medical drill as the parent of a child with a rare disease. My son was dying and the weight of that reality meant I did everything to keep him alive while praying for a miracle.

But what happens when there is no miracle? No immediate healing? No answer in the long darkness?

How to Bloom with Joy in the Midst of Brokenness
Loss

How to Bloom with Joy in the Midst of Brokenness

I begin my broken-story narrative on February 10, 2014–the day my son, Titus, had a seizure. What followed was a massive and swift wave that rocked our lives hard between fear, anger, mystery and defeat.

April 7, 2015, Titus was diagnosed with a rare, genetic, and fatal disease. The doctor had no treatment he could prescribe, no cure in sigh. We were going to lose our boy. And worse yet, our youngest son, Ely, was also in danger of having the disease.  We were encouraged to get him tested as well.  

You Brought Me So Much Joy, Little One (a story of miscarriage)
Infertility & Miscarriage

You Brought Me So Much Joy, Little One (a story of miscarriage)

Gilia.  That’s the name I chose for the little one we lost, the baby who passed from my womb before we had announced her presence. It’s Hebrew, pronounced Ghee-lee-yah, and means Eternal Joy.   She was too small to know for sure her gender, but my husband said from the moment I showed him the…

When You’re Constantly Living in Fear of Loss
Loss

When You’re Constantly Living in Fear of Loss

I’d always viewed myself as a real, Americana, “Rosie the Riveter” kind of gal. Courageous, innovative, perseverant, optimistic, patriotic. Adaptable to whatever life threw my way. Comfortable in a wide variety of roles, adept at switching between them. I hike, I bake, I can eyeball weather better than most meteorologists (thanks to my mom’s upbringing…

The End.

The End.