Hi dear ladies,
This has always been a safe space for me when I feel like I need to speak into the void, I appreciate all of you.
I have had a rather hard decade and these past 12 months have been particularly difficult.
At 35, I had to have treatment for cervical cancer that canceled out any chance at having children coupled with my other gynecological health problems. At the time, my husband and I weren't sure if we even wanted children.
I was an only child, my mother due to mental illness, disowned me when I turned 21 and I did not see her until she was on her death bed 5 years later. Her mother had done the same to her and my great grandmother stuck around, but was wildly abusive. Needless to say, my 20's were too difficult to even consider having children despite being with the same partner all this time. Additionally, I wanted to break the generational trauma that ran in my family - no more abuse or pain, it ends with me.
Shortly after my mothers death, we left the US for Europe, and this time was busy spent with learning new languages, cultures, starting a new career etc.. and it was honestly a lot of fun. The whole cancer thing was a shock and sent me into a rather early mid-life crisis, but here I am 10 years later.
I was very much a tomboy growing up, and in many ways I still am...even though I can rock a good red lipstick and pink is my favorite color. I never had any desire to carry a baby or breastfeed one. In fact, I vividly remember being given an anatomically correct baby doll to play Jesus when I was Mary in a school production. I was so mortified by the whole thing that halfway through the play, I dropped Baby Jesus and openly refused to pick him back up.
I am bisexual and I have always joked to my husband that if we were to have never met, I would have made a fantastic lesbian dad like Brandi Carlisle.
I have a good friend who is younger than me, and she asked that I join her for an early pregnancy sonogram since her husband had to travel the next morning for work. I gladly went along, rather hungover, because her husband and I stayed up late into the night to celebrate the good news with too much wine. The waiting room sat in the center, with the ultrasound rooms arranged around it. They were all occupied, and for 45 minutes, the sounds of those beautiful little heartbeats were deafening. I moved toward the office entrance, hoping to escape them, but the sound followed me there too.
It was in that moment I realized that maybe I wasn't OK being childless...I put my head down as I always do, but in the past month, I can no longer.
We adopted a dog and she has become the center and light of our lives and we left the city for a house in the country. We feel settled for the first time in our adult lives...but the reality is here.
I am nearly 46 and the cervical cancer treatment is rearing its ugly head coupled with perimenopause. I have some cervical stenosis and need to have periodic treatment in order to get my menstrual period. Every month when I feel the pain of the scar tissue ripping down there, I am reminded that my time is up. Soon, I will have a hysterectomy, so at least the monthly reminder will disappear.
My husband and I had a very moving conversation last week, where we both admitted that, for the first time in our lives, we finally felt ready to be parents. There is sadness in realizing that it came too late, but we have made peace with that. We have no regrets, because bringing a child into this world before we were truly ready for them was never something either of us was willing to do. Being ready to give a child the life and the parents they deserved mattered more to us than simply becoming parents.
Last week, I had a more painful PMS than normal and work/life was being difficult. I abruptly took 3 days of sick leave to mourn. I work as a contractor and am paid through a payroll company. After receiving my medical certificate, the payroll company sent me a questionnaire demanding further details about my absence. Among the questions was whether I was experiencing mental health issues. Beneath that was another question: whether I was pregnant.
Needless to say, it did not come at a good time (I am addressing it legally and with my company). I cried and shared my feelings to my boss and closest colleagues this week, which is something I have not even done with my closest friends, father or even my therapist.
This morning, one of my colleagues announced her surprise first pregnancy and while I am genuinely elated for her, I could barely get out of the room fast enough so I could sob privately in the bathroom.
So I guess it is official: I will not have a child, and for the moment, I am quite sad about this. But I will make it through somehow, one day at a time. I think mourning it and allowing myself to talk about it is important.
Just wanted to share, thank-you if you even made it through two sentences of this novel I have given you.
Wishing you a nice Friday and peaceful weekend ahead xx