- I got news on Friday that was predictable but still disappointing.
- I spoke to my mother, and was just reminded how every day is a struggle with this diagnosis.
- I was annoyed that my husband doesn't seem to realise that Mother's Day might upset me, or that when he does (which I suspect is the case), even after all these years, he thinks that silence is the best policy because mentioning it might upset me.
- I felt that not a single person in my life thinks of me on this day (even though I know it's not true, as my EPT and blogging friends surely do, as I think of them).
The wife of a cousin, who I know struggled with infertility, posted that she knew how lucky she was to have her (adopted) daughter, and I knew what she meant behind those words.
And another friend said Happy Mother's Day to "... all people doing the loving and demanding job of nurturing other beings" which allowed me to smile, and shake those negative feelings.