INFERTILITY Road to Hell and Back

I love being a woman.

To me it is a privilege and there is nothing more satisfying. I appreciate being honoured and cherished for my femininity for after all, I am the potential mother of the next generation. I value my fertility, value the gift of being able to carry a child and become a mother. To me, this is the very essence of being a woman.

The children we bring into the world are small replicas of ourselves and our husbands; the pride and joy of grandfathers and grandmothers. We dream of being mothers and for most of us these dreams are realised naturally. For this is the Miracle of Life.

But - what about when that longed for baby never happens? When you realise that something is wrong and turn to professionals for help. Tests are done; treatments tried without success.
You traipse from one doctor to the next; resulting in more disappointment and fading hope.Your dream is shattered and the heartache is painful; almost unbearable.

What is wrong with you? Is it your fault? How are you lacking? Why? The questions are still desperately being asked.......but there are no answers. Slowly your conviction grows that your entirety as a woman is incomplete.I am a woman and this is my story.......