Fortune favours the brave, dontcha know?People often say that I am brave. I think it's because no matter how many times I am knocked down, I get up and start again.
Other people think I am foolish, that it is time to stop and get on with my life. They don't leave comments on my blog, but I know they're out there.
Regardless of what camp they are in, what many people don't understand is that I do this because I have no choice. It is neither bravery nor foolishness that drives me. It is the overpowering love for the child I have, the ones I have lost and the ones that I cannot imagine living without.
Some people say things like "I could never have gone through what you have to get my children". All that means is that they didn't have to. How do they know they wouldn't have done it if things had been different? Nobody can say what they would or wouldn't do in a situation until that situation is forced upon them. When I ask those people what lengths they would go to to save the lives of the children they have, they say "Oh, but that's different". Why? Because your children lived longer than mine? Because you never before had to contemplate living without them? Don't people understand that the pain of infertility IS the pain of losing a child, over and over again?
Infertility was always my greatest fear, a Von Trapp sized family my greatest ambition. If we stop now, we'll never get to play the Salzburg Music Festival.