When I was 26 years old I accidently met a guy I got vibes then I marry him.he was that first person that exactly match my vibes my thought I think he is nest as a future partnerEvan was my first and only boyfriend, and on Valentine’s Day 2013, he proposed where he had asked me to be his girlfriend just five months earlier. We were filled with dreams marriage, children, maybe adoption someday.
Born with a congenital heart defect, I knew carrying children might be risky, so we hoped to conceive early. But five weeks into marriage, our world flipped. Evan began feeling sick and tired constantly. We thought it was a virus from our honeymoon. But after some tests, the doctor called us in. That’s when we first heard the word: leukemia.
Watching Evan go through chemotherapy was unbearable. As someone used to being the patient, it was unbearable to be helpless on the sidelines. Months passed behind hospital walls, but by God’s grace, he was matched with a bone marrow donor. On February 14, 2014 exactly a year after our engagement he got a second chance at life.
Later, we learned chemo may have caused sterlity. We tried fertility treatments but faced emotional and physical exhaustion. Adoption began to feel like the path we were meant to take. After completing our home study, we waited hoping, praying.
Then one evening, we got a call. A woman, 38 weeks pregnant, had heard about us and wanted to meet. I was nervous walking into that coffee shop, but the moment we met, I felt peace. She smiled, handed me the sonogram, and said, “I choose you.” She later invited me to be in the delivery room for her C-section.
On December 19, 2016, I heard our son cry for the first time. “It’s a boy!” they said, and she turned to me and whispered, “That’s your baby.” We named him Lincoln John. In that moment, all the pain, all the waiting it was worth it even that moment was best of best in my life.
Our story is anything but “normal,” but I’ve realized normal isn’t the goal. I’m a wife to a cancer survivor and the mother of a child born from another woman’s love. Lincoln may not have my DNA, but he has my whole heart. This is love. This is us.
