You can't imagine, unless you're unfortunate enough to have been there yourself, how uncomfortable it is to make the decision whether you'll freeze some ovum before they radiate the hell out of your ovaries. And I'm not even talking about the 16 gauge needle that they use to extract the little maybe babies.
As I sat thinking things through waiting for the doctor to come answer my barage of questions, I realized that it was my last fight against this stupid cancer taking away the one thing that really makes me a woman. Or a mammal. Even though I'll never carry my maybe baby, it's nice to know it could carry my genes and those of my future husband if we were to choose. In all logical thoughts I have left I'm not going to use them. I'd rather adopt a babe in need of my home and lovin buuuuuuut it's one more kick in the nuts to cancer. And I'm happy to deliver said kick to it, even if it's slowly sending me to the padded walled cell in return. Life must go on.
Namaste kids. I love you all lots.
C
Xx
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