I have tried to write this blog several times and it gets deleted and put on the back shelf. Re-written only to be deleted time after time.
Today is the day.
I’m not going to go into a long medical history story, it still makes me sad.
So, the short version is:
I can’t have children.
Simple as that.
Adoption is too expensive and time consuming (looking at at least a 5 year process).
Where I live, you have to source your own donor eggs. I asked my sister, she said no.
What about friends you ask? I had had such a hard time with the egg collection process that I couldn’t ask someone to do that for me. I would hate for them to feel obliged to say yes because they are my friend. They knew the deal, they never offered and I never asked.
So, after my 3rd doctors opinion of “it’s not hopeless BUT….”
I looked at fostering. It was something I’d looked at years earlier, but it was time to revisit it. The brochure that I received said to wait for 12 months after any major life changing event. Marriage, divorce, death of a loved one, finding out you’re unable to have children. I ticked a couple of those boxes so I waited for 12 months. Marked the date in my diary and went on with life.
12 months later,
I started looking again at fostering.
I went to an information evening.
I filled out an application form.
And, the rest is history.