I’ve always been a believer in the phrase, “Everything happens for a reason”. It helped me with the ups and downs of the beginning of my relationship with my now husband (we started as friends), through quitting my secure job and going back to graduate school to pursue my true passion, and landing my current job that I absolutely love. This phrase never rang more true than when I found out I was pregnant last March.
My dad had been diagnosed with glioblastoma brain cancer in July 2012. When you hear the word “cancer” your mind immediately goes to the bad, but my dad was strong and we had hope. Unfortunately, glioblastoma is one of the most aggressive forms of brain cancer, and for the majority of people diagnosed, it is a death sentence even with treatment. My dad fought cancer hard and with a positive spirit until April 28, 2014. The day he died, I was nine weeks pregnant. No one knew except our immediate family and a couple of our closest friends.
I was fortunate to be able to share the news of our pregnancy a week before my dad went into the hospital and eventually ended up in hospice at home. He was excited for us, but the whole time he was laying in bed slowly losing his ability to eat, talk, and move, I began to question the phrase that had gotten me through so much before. Why was the greatest thing in my life, being pregnant with my first child, happening at the same time as the man who had a part in giving me life lay dying? What was the reasoning behind this?
The beginning of my pregnancy was a whirlwind. I was excited for this new life, but mourning the loss of my dad and wishing he could be there to meet our new baby. The thing that got me through my pregnancy was believing he was with me every step of the way and protecting the precious life inside of me.
On November 20, 2014, we welcomed our little girl, Elin Lennette, into this world. At that moment I found the answer to the “Everything happens for a reason” phrase at this point in my life.
Elin was born to give us joy through the first holiday season without my dad; she was born to help us heal some of the sadness that may never go away completely; and she is here to remind us of what really matters in life—family. While she may never physically meet her grandpa, I know she will always have a guardian angel looking out for her. And for those reasons, I will continue to be a believer in “Everything happens for a reason”.