A family friend won his battle against colon cancer this past summer. Last night, we found out that the cancer has metastisized on both of his lungs. His doctors say it's not treatable. He is 27 years old (the same age as A and I)...a newlywed...a son...an uncle. I don't know him that well, but I know that his wife and family love him dearly and cannot imagine a life without him. I know that he must be scared, exhausted, and angry with the hand he has been dealt.
Hearing about his new diagnosis doesn't make the pain of our recurrent losses hurt any less. It didn't take the sting out of receiving a pregnancy announcement this morning. It does, however, give some perspective to our struggle. I want so deeply to have a child, and I am anxiously awaiting our second opinion appointment this afternoon. I am grateful, though, that the news we receive at this appointment will not change the fact that A and I are healthy and suffering from no apparent terminal illnesses. We will not receive a death sentence this afternoon. We may not get the news we want, but we will have each other to hold, comfort, live beside and breathe with as we move forward on this journey.