A Spoonie's Thoughts on Mother's Day
A new thought crossed my mind. It was never there before. Where it came from I don’t know. What it means for me I don’t know. “Will I ever be a mother?” I did not want this question. “Will I ever have my own Mother’s Day?” I did not want this question either. Because I don’t know if this body will ever be able to grow a child without it breaking me. I don’t know if this body will ever be able to raise a child in a way that is best for that child ...without it breaking me. I just don’t know. There are no answers here. No one alive can know the answer. For this game of chronic disease is a fucking game of Wait and See.