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Be the Child…
When I was a kid and did not yet understand the drastic difference between TV sitcoms and reality, I remember waiting with excited expectation to see Uncle Jesse slide into the kitchen on the next episode of Full House and talk about how great it was to be the Grand Marshall of the Endymion parade…
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Cruella and Jerkface
The end of a cycle month for me is kind of like standing on a highway with my eyes closed and waiting to get nailed by a car, hopefully a Porsche or something nice with chrome spinners, at any moment. It is legit scary- even more so this month, since I just found out (officially)…
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Resetting the fractured
For those who haven’t experience the feelings associated with infertility, the worst part of the month starts way before the dreaded beginning of another period. It starts in the middle of the month. No matter how incredibly hard you try to not think about it, you cannot help but think about it. If not in the forefront, it is in the…
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Victory Over Death
It is our last day in Omaha and it has been quite the journey. We’ve never had a 15 day “vacation” quite like this, but you do what you have to. It is hard to recognize what grace is until God freely gives it to you to experience. Several people have told me they don’t…
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Take my Burden
1/18/14 “Good news.” Good news…. Great news. Tell that to the tears that found their way to my face out of no where this morning at Puccinos during breakfast with Chris and my parents. Maybe it sounds like good news, but why am I so sad and down? It probably has something to do with the uncertainty. …
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A small crack of light
1/14/14 I’ve been trying to prepare myself without letting my mind wonder too much about what it would mean for our future. Some have told me that they are sure it’s going to be ok, as in I won’t have to lose my uterus. I nod in polite appreciation and acknowledge the hope, as I…
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What my uterus tells me
1/9/14 I have been wanting to journal for a while. Obviously I have had a wide range of emotions the past few months with the pain and news of possible treatment: that evil word I hate to say- hysterectomy. It might as well be lined in red. That cursed word no woman wants to hear. …
Mary G Bruno 