I Gave March Back to Love

The diagnosis changed my life, but love changed March

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Six years ago, my world changed forever.

It was the month of the diagnosis.
It was the month I heard a word no mother ever wants to hear.
It was the month fear walked in without knocking.

For years, March was the month I feared.

It felt as if the calendar grew heavy.
As if the air shifted.
As if the body remembered before the mind did.

But time — and love — do things we don’t understand at first.

Because March is also my birthday month.
March was the month of a relapse.
And it was also the month Matías’ book was published.

The same month that broke me…
was the month that pushed me to write.
To speak.
To transform pain into something that embraces instead of destroys.

One day I understood something very deeply:

I could not continue allowing pain to own the calendar.

I could not surrender March to fear.

So I decided to do something different.

I decided to turn it into love.

Not denial.
Not forgetting.
Conscious love.

Today, March does not break me the way it once did.
I feel emotion.
I feel tears that are not born from an open wound, but from gratitude for having loved so deeply.

I understood that true love does not disappear when the body is no longer here.

Love does not break.
It transforms.

And March is no longer only the month of the hospital, the shock, the trembling.

March is the month that reminds me my son did not come to teach me pain, but depth.

If March had an image for me today, it would not be a hospital room.
It would be a gentle sun.
It would be two hands still connected, even if they no longer touch.

March no longer breaks me.

March reminds me who I am.

A mother who loves.
A woman who transformed pain into purpose.
A soul that chose love to be greater than absence.

And this year, as every year, I choose the same:

Not to give March to fear.

But to give it back to love 💙.