I complained about the drugs and the doctor’s appointments and the side effects. But I never really minded, because I knew it would lead to you.
I complained about the money spent and the shots and the stress. But I never really minded, because I knew it would lead to you.
I changed my lifestyle. I ate things I didn’t want to eat and didn’t eat things I wanted to eat. I went to acupuncture. I gave up vacations and promotions. I didn’t care. It was for you.
I always thought I would do whatever it takes to get you here; endure more invasive procedures, spend every penny I have, persevere through every disappointment.
I thought I would never stop.
But now I’m not so sure.
Admitting that I want to stop looking for you is one of the hardest things I’ve done. It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel like I must not have wanted you to begin with. It makes me feel like a failure.
I am used to being a warrior. I am used to fighting to the end.
So, Baby, we’ve decided to try one more time. Please come to me this time. I don’t want to make this decision again.