But Facebook is such an easy distraction.
As I was scrolling down the main feed, I saw something that stopped my heart.
I have a friend on there who I haven't seen in years. We went to the same highschool, and we were in choir together.
Last year she got married. And then she got pregnant- at the same time I did! Our due dates were days apart. I hadn't announced on Facebook yet, so I just kind of creeped around her page, feeling close to her as we went through the same things.
But then she miscarried.
It was a dark time for her. I felt awkward saying anything, because I didn't know what she was going through. And because I didn't want my happy news to feel like a slap in her face.
But when I did make my official announcement, she was one of the first to say congratulations. Every time I post a picture or an update, she reads, likes, and comments on it. She seems genuinely happy and excited for me, and I'm honestly not sure that I would feel the same if our roles were reversed.
I've thought a lot about her, and about all of this over the past few months.
So today, when I was avoiding the baby's room, I saw an update from her that struck me through the heart.
Her mom has stage 4 cancer.
That's what my mom died from.
I was 19 when it happened, and the thought of my friend going through that, especially after the year she has had... It broke my heart.
Her mom, Peggy, has had multiple surgeries, and the treatments are getting very expensive. But she could still win this fight.
My friend and her sisters have put together a fundraiser to help pay for their mother's treatments. Peggy has been strong, but needs help with medical costs that are not covered by her insurance company.
Kurt walked into the room a few minutes later, and I burst into tears. He has seen me cry for my friend before, and today he just held me as I tried to explain how I was feeling.
Once I had calmed down a little, we decided to take the money that I was going to spend on a haircut today, and give it to them instead. It's not a lot, but it's something.
I just want this mom to see her daughter have a baby.
I want her to see all the little and big moments in her children's lives.
I want her to have what my mom can't.
I want her to survive.
If you're able and interested in donating too, just click on the link below. Even just a little bit would help. And if you can't help financially, you can still leave an encouraging message. It's nice to know that people care.