Hashtag Blessed

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All her life Rebecca Mader had loved children, she had loved interacting with babies and imagined dreaming of meeting the right guy and having a beautiful daughter. When she was 15 she already had her daughter's name picked out. "Mikayla Dawn". When Bex was was 33, she met and married Sean Maguire . They couldn't wait to raise their family together.....

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1. The Bad News

Rebecca Mader was crushed, she was living her own nightmare. Dr. Parrilla knew what she was doing, Dr. Parrilla knew what she was saying. Dr. Lana Parrilla didn’t know that she had just scraped out every ounce of hope that Bex still had. Marcus squeezed his wife’s hand and kissed it.

“What’s wrong with me?” Bex had asked.

“You have ovarian cancer.” Lana replied, “You can’t have children. We’ll need to operate immediately.”

“Can’t you at least harvest some of her eggs, in case we want to have a child one day?”

“We can but it’s a long a painful process. Without ovaries, carrying a child to full term is next to impossible.”

“Dr. Parrilla, I’ve always wanted a baby, I’ve always wanted a daughter. I was going to name her Mikayla Dawn.”

“I’m sorry for crushing your delusions Dr. Mader but you can’t have children. We’ll harvest your eggs tomorrow and operate on Friday.”

“As you wish.”

Bex’s POV

         I sat perfectly still in my paper gown on the exam room bed. Lana Parrilla was my best friend, we were both doctors but why did it have to be her to crush my delusions. We had been friends forever and now I was broken. Marcus and I had come here to figure out what was wrong with me, to try to figure out why I was so sick. I sat there and waited for Lana to come in. When she did she tried to keep a straight face but I automatically knew that something was wrong. She cleared her throat and tried to remain professional.

“Dr. Mader, I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

“Lana, you don’t have to pretend. We’re friends.”

         Lana put her chart down on the table and came to sit beside me. She wrapped her arms around me and took a deep breath.

“Bex, Marcus I’m so sorry. Bex, you have stage 4 ovarian cancer. You can’t have children.”

“Lana can’t you at least harvest some of my eggs? We want a baby that’s why we started coming to you. You’re the fertility specialist.”

“And Bex, you’re the cancer specialist, you should know what this means.”

         Marcus just stood there looking confused.

“Rebecca what does that mean?”

“It means they’re going to harvest my eggs, it just means the chances of having a baby are slim to none. Has the cancer spread Lana?”

“No, your colleague called to confirm the cancer hasn’t spread.”

“Marcus, it’ll be very hard for me to get pregnant.”

“We’ll try anything.”

“Tomorrow we’ll harvest your eggs and operate Friday. See you soon sis.”

         I gave Lana a hug and Marcus and I left. I was heartbroken. All I wanted to do was to go home, take a bath, maybe go to bed.

“Marcus, I’m sorry you can’t build the nursery of your dreams.”

“I had already started because I just knew today we were going to find out you were pregnant. When we didn’t, man.”

“What? You started? What does it look like?”

“You’ll find out when we have a baby.”

“You mean I’ll never see it.”

“Maybe, I don’t know.”

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