Picture it. The streets are covered with adorable little tykes all decked out as princesses, ballerinas, super heroes, cowboys and pirates. They come strolling up to your door with their flashlights, glow sticks and little pumpkins as they shout out the words trick or treat. Some are barely able to speak, some are missing their two front teeth and some are just rambunctious little boys, but whatever they are…they’re not yours.
Halloween has always been one of G’s favorite times of year. For me it has never really meant much until my cancer diagnosis. The thought of not being able to dress my daughter up as her favorite cartoon character or G and our son play sword fighting as we walk down the street has turned this seemingly inconsequential holiday into a night of darkness. That’s right we’re going dark. We have decided to avoid the trick-or-treaters like the plague. We are turning off all the lights, hiding up stairs and watching scary movies away from all the horrors of our infertility! Happy Halloween!