Holding two truths

You can love being a stay at home mum, and desperately need a break. You can be intensely grateful to be a mother, and miss who you were before your child entered the world. You can be grateful for what you have, and have goals for the future.

Recently, I was asked by my psychologist why we tried for another baby after Mackenzie died. The decision making was complicated. I knew it was going to be the most terrifying thing I’d ever chosen to do. Anything good coming out of Mackenzie’s death felt repulsive to me. How could we have another child if the only reason they would be there was because Mackenzie wasn’t. We could never replace Mackenzie and certainly wouldn’t want to. I was terrified I wouldn’t love them enough – or worse, that I would love them more. What if I had a boy? What if I had a girl? What if the same thing happened to this baby, or something else terrible. It boiled down to the fact that I would regret not doing it. I would regret my fears stopping me from future joy.

You can miss the child in your heart like a chasm has been permanently carved in your chest; and not be able to imagine life without the child in your arms.

The night Mackenzie died, and every day since, I felt my life split in two. Before and After. Often, I tried to imagine what my life would be like if she hadn’t died. Instead of walking into the hospital morgue with a dead newborn and leaving with empty arms, I would be walking into the NICU. Instead of waking in the morning and realising it wasn’t the most horrific nightmare, I would still be waking to a nightmare but she would be alive. Instead of attending my baby’s funeral, I’d be attending appointments to learn about what was wrong with her and the treatment pathways. As time went on, the ‘what ifs’ became murkier.

You can miss the life that could have been, and be grateful for the life you have.

My expected lifespan is still very much a rough estimation. My understanding of what my Oncologist told me was 5-15 years. That is a huge difference in the life of a young child especially. That’s the difference between Willa barely remembering me, or having me around through most of her high school years. That’s the difference between Hazel starting Intermediate school, or celebrating her 21st. It’s the difference between possibly being around for Tayla’s wedding and her becoming a mother (if she chooses those things) or not. It’s the difference between making Greg a widow in his late 40s and his early 60s. I could also live to old age.

I can be grateful to have a slow growing cancer and that life is measured in years rather than months, and pissed off it’s rare and hard to treat with a vague prognosis.

Most of all, I can hate that I’ve needed to be strong, and love that I’ve been strong enough.

12 thoughts on “Holding two truths”

  1. Thank you for sharing

    It’s good to know that I’m not alone in my thoughts. (Stage 4 bowel cancer here) Your words are how I’ve been thinking. I haven’t been able to articulate the words.
    All the best for your treatment

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    1. I’m sorry you’re going through this. It’s nice to hear that sharing my thoughts helps in a small way ❤️ Thank you ❤️ All the best for your journey!

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  2. Sarah, the way you write and express things is incredible!! I hate that you’re going through this, and feel extremely awful and sad for you and your family. Sending lots of love and hugs. -Ruth

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  3. Such a clever way of expressing this. Holding two truths is a way to accept how I feel without being conflicted. I am also on the OC journey, swinging between hope and despair. I feel for you and will keep you in my prayers.

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