They purposely brought a child into the world knowing it wouldn’t have a mother. I find that incredibly sad. Having seen what losing a mother to cancer does to kids – who at least get some some years to bond before the disease takes over physically, mentally, and psychologically – I’m not getting the same warm fuzzies everyone else seems to be feeling about this situation. Maybe because I’m a mother with cancer, who has to worry not only if I’ll live long enough to see them all fully grown but also whether or not I’ve passed on the genes to them. At least I didn’t do it intentionally.
Sorry to be a buzzkill.
