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Fact

The MRI came back clean, meaning that I do not have soft tissue cancer. I am immensely grateful for this reality, but it has also been hard to focus on gratitude since the reality of a divorce and pending custody trial has been coloring the past month of my life. The thing about grief is…

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MRI

A few months after Cece was born, a depression developed in my upper thigh that looked like abnormal muscle or fat loss. My primary care physician referred me to an osteopath who ordered an MRI to rule out soft tissue cancer, which affects 3,000-4,000 people in this country every year. Last night, my big sister…

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Mantra

For no particular reason, the last few days have been very difficult. I find myself crying more often than usual and shaking my head in wordless, dumb frustration at the total irreversibility of what has happened. There is a piercing quality to memories of her, which still surface constantly, which are simultaneously unbearable and so…

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Six Months (Part 2): Accountability

For six months I have lived with the terror of fearing that I may have done something or not done something that contributed to or caused Lizzy’s death. For six months, people surrounding me have gone down countless theoretical rabbit holes trying to define the “what-ifs” and “what-could-have-beens” that may, given the butterfly effect, have…

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There Is No Why

On the evening of my 33rd birthday, when Cecilia was 4 weeks old, I attended my first grief support meeting with the Compassionate Friends. I have since attended these monthly meetings with other broken and bereft parents looking for answers. At the meeting last night, I sat there thinking how most of us were never…

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Staring

I still wake up to Lizzy sick, dying, or dead every day. I cannot seem to escape it. I spend so much of my day staring–at the ceiling, at Cecilia, at the bedspread, at my hands, or at nothing at all. When I cannot distract myself or when I cannot convince myself to do something…

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Insomnia

What use is there in playing out alternate versions of reality? Anyone who has ever encountered the concept of the butterfly effect knows that this game ends in madness. There are too many minute details, to many infinite consequences of the tiniest shift in choice. There is ultimately no point. But this does not stop…