A little while back, before I became Harriet's Mum, my sister was breaking her heart over how she could help me.
I had undergone test after test yet the doctors could find no reason why I was not falling pregnant. I wanted Harriet's Dad to be a dad and he wanted me to be a mum, but it just wasn't happening. We were doing it right.
We'd seen pictures.
Eventually we were faced with the fact that IVF was our only option, and because I was in my mid thirties at the time I was told that I'd have to go private: I could not afford the time it would take for me to reach the top of the NHS waiting list.
Way to break it to me gently chaps, "You're old and barren."
So we tightened our belts and started on the arduous process of readying ourselves for the emotional roller coaster ride that comes with the IVF process.
Back to my fantastic sister:
She offered to run the London Marathon to raise funds for us, because she knew that time was tight and we needed a lot of spondoolicks ASAP. *
Well, after five long years of trying for a baby and just as we'd found the right IVF clinic for us, I fell ill with what turned out to be a foetus.
I was really sick, but happier than I had ever been in my entire life.
Obviously.
My sister still wanted to run the marathon, so this year I am immensely proud to say that she is partaking in it to raise funds for the National Autistic Society. She hopes to raise awareness of the plight of those with Autism and their families, too. A truly worthy cause.
I hope to be posting details here on how you can help her, if you'd like to.
Watch this space…
*I know that other family members, and friends gave support too, financial and emotional. Thank you. You're all super.
I had undergone test after test yet the doctors could find no reason why I was not falling pregnant. I wanted Harriet's Dad to be a dad and he wanted me to be a mum, but it just wasn't happening. We were doing it right.
We'd seen pictures.
Eventually we were faced with the fact that IVF was our only option, and because I was in my mid thirties at the time I was told that I'd have to go private: I could not afford the time it would take for me to reach the top of the NHS waiting list.
Way to break it to me gently chaps, "You're old and barren."
So we tightened our belts and started on the arduous process of readying ourselves for the emotional roller coaster ride that comes with the IVF process.
Back to my fantastic sister:
She offered to run the London Marathon to raise funds for us, because she knew that time was tight and we needed a lot of spondoolicks ASAP. *
Well, after five long years of trying for a baby and just as we'd found the right IVF clinic for us, I fell ill with what turned out to be a foetus.
I was really sick, but happier than I had ever been in my entire life.
Obviously.
My sister still wanted to run the marathon, so this year I am immensely proud to say that she is partaking in it to raise funds for the National Autistic Society. She hopes to raise awareness of the plight of those with Autism and their families, too. A truly worthy cause.
I hope to be posting details here on how you can help her, if you'd like to.
Watch this space…
*I know that other family members, and friends gave support too, financial and emotional. Thank you. You're all super.
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