So I'm just gonna let my imagination run wild on this particular topic
I had always believed that love conquers alI so definitely when I meet him my excitment will be overflowing especially when I know without a shadow of doubt that he is the one. Naturally, I love love 🥰🥰 so ofcourse my love story will be filled with laughter, late-night talks, dreams about a future together etcetera etcetera (etc). Being a hopeless romantic,I'll picture our wedding day a thousand times over, imagining the joy, the celebration, the promise of forever. But then, just one day before I was supposed to say “I do,” a nuclear bomb is dropped 🫢🫢🫢.
We find out we are both sickle cell carriers.
Ahhhhhhh😱😱
In that moment, my heart will race, not just from fear, but confusion. Because, how do you balance love with the weight of harsh reality? How do you look into the eyes of the person you want to spend your life with and face a future shadowed by uncertainty?
I will feel like I was standing at a crossroads, each path heavy with consequences. On one hand, there was the man I loved, the person who made me laugh when I was down, who knew my soul in a way no one else did and marrying him will mean holding on to the hope that together we could face anything. It'll mean believing that love itself was enough to overcome even the most daunting challenges but then there was the reality. Sickle cell is more than just a word, it’s a genetic condition that could affect our children, something I never imagined would be part of our story. It will make me think beyond us, beyond the wedding day, to the family we might build. Would we be putting a child through pain, uncertainty, and suffering? Could I live with that risk?
The news will feel like a sudden cold wind on a summer day, unexpected and chilling. I'll cry, not just for the potential heartbreak but for the loss of the uncomplicated future I had imagined. I'll question if love alone was enough when faced with real-life consequences that couldn’t be ignored.
In my short time on earth,I know that love is not just about passion or feelings; it’s about responsibility, honesty, and difficult choices. It’s about protecting those we care about, even when it means sacrificing our own desires.
Could I cancel the wedding? Would that mean giving up on love or redefining it? This are questions I'll probably ask myself. Maybe love is not just a fairy tale but a test of courage and resilience. Maybe it means sitting down with the man I love, talking openly about fears and options, seeking medical advice, and making an informed decision together.
For me, love and reality don’t have to be enemies. They can coexist if we’re willing to face truth with open hearts. Love doesn’t always mean following the heart blindly, it means facing challenges hand in hand, making tough decisions with compassion and care.
So, would I go on to wed the love of my life, knowing the risks? I think the answer lies not in choosing between love or reality but in embracing both, loving wisely, bravely, and with eyes wide open.
