My parents met when my mom was still in college and they got married in September 1984. They were young and in love, but something was missing. Children. Because of the radiation my mom had received to treat the Hodgekin's, she was told she couldn't get pregnant. They looked into adoption, but weren't sure it was right. Then, when they had begun to give up hope, my mom found out she was pregnant. Doctors aren't always right. She had a rough pregnancy, but the baby (me!) was healthy. My entire life, my mother referred to me as her miracle baby. But I wasn't the miracle, she was. She was the most amazing mother I could ask for. But really, she was more than my mom, she was my best friend, my confidante, my rock.