The Hardest Goodbye TT

PCOS (PolyCystic Ovarian Syndrome) has been renamed today as PMOS (Polyendocrine Metabolic Ovarian Syndrome).

This marks a VERY significant shift from just looking at it as "women's problems" to a very serious disorder disrupting the endocrine system.

Hopefully the change that's taken place today makes a huge difference in how this endocrine disorder is looked at. Hopefully now many women will be taken seriously, and treated better.

Follow the link to read:

Polyendocrine Metabolic Ovarian Syndrome: New name to improve diagnosis and care of condition affecting 170 million women worldwide Polyendocrine Metabolic Ovarian Syndrome (PMOS) is the new name for the condition previously known as Polycystic O***y Syndrome (PCOS), which impacts 1 in 8, or more than 170 million women worldwide.

A very well written article that so many of us can relate to. Those who cannot relate should read to understand those who fall into this category.

https://spacedaily.com/hardest-part-childless-by-circumstance-not-choice/?fbclid=IwdGRjcARt6vZleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZAo2NjI4NTY4Mzc5AAEeKr5o5MGHmeG_eWfxkIm64J9pnC8e2HFHbHzUUkzwLd9SJbQERc8VnmdhG8s_aem_Fah1MkpSXJ_UOvIyyw8c8g

The hardest part of being childless by circumstance, not choice, often isn't the grief everyone expects — it's the specific kind of invisibility that comes from living a life the people around you have no template for There’s a particular kind of woman in her forties who, when asked the standard question — “Do you have kids?” — gives a slightly too-quick “no” and changes the subject. She isn’t being rude. She is, in some sense, protecting both of you. She has learned that the honest answer — “...

Holding space on this day to all the Mamas united in grief from the loss of our little ones. It doesn't matter their ages nor the date of gestation if you didn't get to meet them... They are still out little ones.

Our loss matters.

We matter.

We deserve to be seen and be counted among the mothers of the world... Even if our children aren't here with us.

Bereaved Mother’s Day is this weekend and every loss deserves to be seen, spoken, and honored.

Whether your journey includes infertility, miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy, TFMR, IVF loss, stillbirth, infant loss, SIDS, or the loss of a child at any age—your motherhood is real. Your grief matters.

This day can feel especially tender and complex. However it meets you, you are not alone. We hold space for every quiet story, every absence that is deeply felt, and every life—no matter how brief—that changed yours forever.

If it feels okay, share your baby’s name or nickname in the comments. We would be honored to remember them with you. 🤍 🕊️

The first Sunday in May belongs to the bereaved Mamas all over the world. We remember your little ones with you and honor you.

Yes, I really do. 🌙 ✨

INTERNATIONAL BEREAVED MOTHER'S DAY 💜

Every year on the first Sunday in May, International Bereaved Mother’s Day honors mothers who have lost a baby or child. It’s also a day to recognize women who cannot be a mother due to infertility or other health reasons.

Serving as a gentle reminder of the strength and love that bereaved mothers carry every day.

We see you, we hold space for the mothers whose arms ache to hold their babies. 💗

This year it’s May 3, 2026

The last Sunday of every year is International Bereaved Father's Day.

If you're a man that's lost a child or children at any stage of gestation/life for whatever reasons and grieve thier loss to this day, this post is for you.

Society places a harsher standard on men, they are expected to lift the world up at the expense of their emotions... And it's forgotten that men are human too. Much of the time men are expected to be stoic yet supportive of their spouses/significant others through loss, while their own emotional needs suffer.

Today, we remember and honor the fathers who grieve, even if they cannot do so openly.

Losing little ones isn't only about mothers. They were your children too.

I salute you and give the gentlest of greetings on this day.

Grief is a neverending journey. It's not to get over, under or around. You have to accept it, take its hand and learn to walk forward with it.