Sorrows and Joys

Last week, one of my dearest friends, a brilliant, amazing, young, 33-year-old with no children had a hysterectomy. Every time I think or talk about it, a lump rises in my throat and tears well up in my eyes.

This week, my sister and her husband are meeting their newborn son, born last night, whom they are adopting. Our family couldn't be more happy for them.

The counter-position of these two events is dizzying.
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