A month passed since Mark and I went to the clinic to have the stitches removed from my belly, feeling when we left that something more than the stitches were left in that clinic, my heart aching, remembering that because of a tumor that I never knew I had, I lost my baby a few weeks old, but when we were approaching where Mark parked the car, I took a deep breath leaving my grief behind.

One night after putting our little girl to bed and telling her a story until she fell asleep, Mark and I went to the living room, we turned on the television to watch a...