I'm a 32-yr-old southern girl with a bit of a sarcasm problem. Was raised in a scary church and am still working through my God/religion/father issues.
In 2006, my mother was rediagnosed with breast cancer. In 2007, she died. Then came the ensuing aftermath, therapy, and figuring out how the hell to live a life that bore no resemblance to my own. And because things weren't fun enough, infertility arrived on the scene in 2008 in the form of two pregnancy losses. (2009 update: Make that three pregnancy losses.) Good times, I tell ya.
It's been a bit of a train wreck, but things are on the upswing. Yep, that's what I'm telling myself...