Yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of my medical evacuation.
Fortunately it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as it sounds. This had been in the works for months, as 'the Powers That Be' insisted that I deliver in the U.S. So, after months of planning, and moving to a new house the previous week, it was time to say goodbye. A temporary goodbye to the new house, my husband, and the cats.
It’s strange to think that just a year later, I’m lying on the couch, hoping and praying that we’ll be able to give our daughter a sibling (not feeling hopeful right now).