Why I Have Been So MIA...

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I've been a bit MIA on this blog recently. I've had some shit news from the doctor and it feels like it has all come crashing down around me but I guess now I'm ready to share.

So... I need to have a hysterectomy.  Yep, that's right.  At the ripe old age of 22 a hysterectomy is my only option left.  Endometriosis, adenomyosis and polycystic ovaries have officially done so much damage to my body that nothing else will work or has worked over the past 13 years.

So here I am on a Saturday morning trying to price up the cost of surrogacy and egg freezing.  At 22 years old.  Oh and by the way, if anyone has a spare £20,000+ knocking about all donations are welcome.   Yep, that's roughly how much this is all going to cost.

I normally don't want pity or for you to feel sorry for me.  But, this fucked up chronic illness has changed that.  I want you to feel sorry for me because I'm never going to be able to carry my own child and I want you to pity me that every plan we had for our future is now put on hold as we try and save £20,000+ as soon as possible.  It's shit.

I can't stop crying.  I can't stop saying how unfair all of this is.  I can't understand why this shit happens.  But hey, that's life I suppose.

I'm sorry today's blog is one massive moan about life.  I know people have it worse.  I know I'm not the only person who stands in these shoes.  I just hope that by sharing my thoughts this problem halves itself and maybe connects me with someone who knows how I feel.

I promise to get back to some more positive blogging when my head feels a little bit lighter and clearer.

E x

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