Dhriti's diary- March 16
I remember that day vividly—Wednesday, March 16. I was sitting in a junior oncologist’s chamber, surrounded by my family and friends, discussing the next steps after being diagnosed with triple-positive breast cancer. I had written before about how surreal and nightmarish those days felt. One of the many things cancer taught me was the importance of having a Plan B when life suddenly unravels. In that consultation room, we explored different options for preserving my fertility, all while grappling with the uncertainty of recurrence. In the end, we chose to begin treatment immediately, without preserving my eggs. I told myself there are many ways to become a mother—being a biological one is just one path among many. And so, with the unwavering support of my then-fiancé, now my husband, I made that choice. That’s when the idea of adoption quietly found its way into our hearts. But the real emotional reckoning came later. A friend connected me with an adoptive mother, and one Saturday, we...
