This word haunts me. It’s what I want to be, but life never smiled at me.
I just want to be a mum. I just want to have a family. It’s something so small, and something every human should be able to have… and it’s the only thing I can’t have.
I don’t want to be sad anymore. And I just want a closure. To give permission for myself to move on.
Our life is going to end, with nobody to pass our blood, memories and love on to. But at least it will finally stop making me wonder “what if”.
Tomorrow is d-day. Shall see how much my body has declined in the last 3 years…
