This is the second time I’ve dealt with grief during pregnancy; the first, I was grieving the very recent and raw loss of my twin sons, and now, the death of my mother. Two hugely significant relationships that have been lost, in the midst of new life. Keeping going when your world is falling apart is always tough, but doing so when pregnant can seem overwhelming. The elevated hormone levels and physical…
A Terminal Diagnosis
My mother is dying. How is it that I am writing those words, that hold such horror and truth? This fact comes to me in nauseating waves; this all encompassing grief that is all too familiar. It has been 4 weeks since my worst fears were confirmed: incurable lung cancer. My sleep is fretful; my dreams murky and unsettling. I lie awake; unable to succumb to the exhaustion. It is only when…
