Welcome to my blog.
I’m a thirty something lady searching for my new purpose in life now that I can’t have children. I’m hoping this blog will give me space to think and re-evaluate my possibilities. When life doesn’t go to plan it’s sometimes difficult to get back on track. They say it’s good to talk, so this is me talking. If you want to talk back to me please feel free to leave your comments.
I’ll start by telling you a little bit about myself. I am from the north of England, but now live in the south. I am married, and am a Primary School Teacher. My husband and I did the whole travelling thing through our twenties ( I met him at uni when I was 19) and we loved every minute of it. We have not really settled down yet, and are still looking for that special place to call home.
Anyway, all through my life I have had health problems of some sort. It all started in my mother’s womb. I was born without an oesophagus, technically named an oesophageal atresia and after fixing that little problem, I then grew up to have a crooked spine (scoliosis). So, at 14, I had two metal rods put down my spine to straighten me up. Now for the adult problems…
On my 26th birthday to be precise, the doctors discovered I had a small uterine fibroid (which is benign tumour by the way) that measured 4cm in diameter. They reassured me it was nothing to worry about. Oh, and on the same day, they asked “Did you know you only had one kidney?” This birthday did not go down in history as one of my favourites!
You will now be getting the idea, that I am, as my husband likes to affectionately call me, a “RaggyDoll” (old 80s children’s T.V programme).
From the title of my blog, you have probably guessed that the small uterine fibroid, (that I had nothing to worry about), became something to worry about. It became bigger and bigger and multiplied into lots of little fibroids which also became bigger. Eventually, I was constantly being asked if I was pregnant, as my womb was the size of a twelve week pregnancy.
In September 2010 I went into hospital to have my fibroids removed ( a Myomectomy). But, for some reason, unknown to me, the powers that be decided that I didn’t deserve to be “blessed” with a child. Due to complications, the Myomectomy turned into a Hysterectomy. I am now writing this blog through tears, which is precisely why I need to write it.
The ‘Raggy Doll’ becomes raggier
In April 2013 I was diagnosed with having ovarian cysts. I had surgery to remove my left ovary and a cyst removed from my right. I am grateful that they weren’t cancerous. I have written more about this experience in my blog under the category Ovarian Cysts.