We haven’t shared with everyone about our journey yet. Only our families and close friends.
But of those we have told, many, many of them have told us how brave and strong we are, of how they could never go through this themselves.
The truth is, I do not feel brave and I certainly do not feel strong.
I have no choice in this.
When we got married, we didn’t have a chat about infertility and make a decision to go for it.
Sadly this is the type of thing that is just given to us and we have to deal with it.
There is no brave or strong about it. You just have to get on with it.
It can crush you, take over your life and you can become wholly consumed by your infertility.
Or you can accept that this is our cross we have to bear (…one of many…) and try to find the positives in the day-to-day and do everything you can to make yourself more fertile and hopefully one day grow a child in your body.
Honestly, more often the first of those options is what I demonstrate the best. And that is far from strong or brave.
Sometimes I find myself in a more positive state and able to accept that this is our journey.
What is strong and brave is asking for help when you need it. We have had to ask for help from doctors and soon embryologists and scientists. I have had to ask for help from a counsellor to support my mental health.
That’s all the brave-ness I can show.
Journeying to Family 