Everyone has a string of bad luck from time to time. The raw deal years roll over and over your toes like the grooved tires of a loaded pick-up truck. The boon years feel like one glass of champagne after another, but without the succeeding headache and the pictures of you doing handstands wearing only underwear…or less.
For us, the bum luck began shortly after the New Year in 2007 and ran until 2011 or 12. When I look back on pictures of us from that time, my husband and I appear easily ten years older than we do now.
It started with a diagnosis. Our baby was going to be born with a tumor. Then, like a bad party, things just kept getting worse and no one would give us a ride home. Our baby was premature, the tumor turned out to be cancerous, the cancer needed to be…
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