The cancer didn't just take away her youthful exuberance, it killed her future children. Perhaps if she'd been a career woman, like her doctor, she wouldn't mind so much. But being a mother was all she'd ever wanted. She had played dolls as a girl, now that would be the closest she'd ever come to holding her own newborn. If she met a boy she wouldn't be able to make him a father. Maybe then he'd leave, maybe she was destined to be alone; no husband no kids.