T-minus 27 days.
Today I had the official confirmation of the date for my full hysterectomy. On Monday, 29th July it is D-Day. How do I feel now? Not a fucking clue. Is it real? Absolutely not. Am I starting to think what if? Every second of every single day. This has never been easy. As we start the next chapter and begin to plan our wedding it is unbelievably hard to think that children may not play a role in our life. It’s incredibly hard to think about the day a family member or friend will reveal they’re pregnant. It’s gut wrenching to know I might never be a mummy. Honestly, I’ve probably cried everyday for the last few months. I’ve had days I’ve wanted to just curl up and give up. I’ve had days where I just want to jump in front of a bus. I just thought what is the fucking point. I’m trying to be positive. I’m trying to remember I only have one period to go. I’m trying to remember we will hopefully be approved for adoption. I’m trying to remember that I have so many ...