My Own Slice of Life for 28 Months
28 months. I waited 28 months to find out that the doctors were wrong. Every month I took several tests and waited to see two lines. For 27 consecutive months, I saw only one.
I visited specialists. I read their puzzled faces as they reviewed my test results. I was diagnosed with seven different problems that would prevent me from seeing those two lines I so badly wanted to see. I swallowed lots of prescription drugs that were supposed to help me find a positive test result. None of them worked.
I quit. I quit seeing doctors. I quit taking medication. I told my husband that I quit believing it would ever happen for us.
It took 28 months but it did happen for us. The doctors were wrong about me. I’m a mom of two beautiful children that remind me every day that they were worth the wait. I look back now and appreciate every part of the journey that brought them to me.