I haven't posted in a long time. Don't take it personally. I just haven't felt like it. That's the thing with depression- sometimes you just don't feel like it. So you don't. You don't ANYTHING.
I'm writing now because I feel compelled to do so. You see, since writing this blog, many ladies have confessed many secrets to me. My calendar is now filled with initials followed by dates, times, treatments and week counts. I'm keeping up with all of them- rejoicing with those who rejoice, crying with those who cry.
Tonight I wait with bated breath for a gal who is expectantly waiting to call her doctor first thing in the morning. Who has seen the second line, however faint, and is now cramping and spotting. And though I am a girl of many words, I have no words for her. My little black letters on the texting screen on my iPhone seem few and pointless.
So tonight I hold my little Liam tight and pray for B's someday baby. Life is hard, but God is good.