Cancer... The aftershock.
This December will mark four years since that dreaded diagnosis. That horrible "c" word. The one that our world has come to recognize as destructive and deadly. It is a word we cannot use openly in our home because it brings Bella horrible anxiety and puts our stomach in knots. It was December 16, 2011 when Dave first noticed an abnormality. The foreshock... On December 22, 2011, after rounds of testing and ultrasounds, and just three days before Abbi's first Christmas, we got the ground shattering news that he in fact had testicular cancer. The quake... As the reality of Dave's diagnosis hit us, so did the fact that our world had changed. Many unknowns loomed above, but one thing became very clear. More biological children were not part of our future. The aftershock... Sometimes it feels like I'm watching from the outside. Sometimes it feels like I'm breathing, but am I alive? I won't keep searching for answers that aren't here