“How dare you be so irresponsible with your wife’s health? Don’t you understand the risks you’re putting her through by getting her pregnant in her condition?”
I watched my husband’s face change from shock to anger as the nurse unleashed her stern lecture on him.
Five years into marriage and four years into my cancer diagnosis, I was nearing my 30th birthday. We had given up on making long-term life goals. I let go of the dream of living abroad for language and cultural studies, and I quit graduate school.
But the dream of being a mom got stronger.
My super-effective miracle medication for chronic myeloid leukemia (CML) extended both my quality and quantity of life. Aside from 3-month check ups, an annual bone marrow biopsy, and my daily meds, I lived a normal life. But normal life made me hope for normal things, like a family…
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