Post by amaru on May 21, 2018 20:15:47 GMT
Hello everybody! I wasn’t here ever before. As it’s usually used to say I’m newbie.
Let me share my story briefly. At the same time I’m empty and full of different impressions. My last decade was a time interval which I lived through trying to survive.
I don’t exaggerate. My life was really threatened. I suppose if I didn’t save some money before I’d not be hear telling you this.
My husband made proposal when we were at school. Can you believe it? Then we were studying at different universities.
Perhaps we didn’t meet each other during three or four years. Then we met and he repeated his marriage proposal. We had our wedding on the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean.
It seemed we must be happy forever. Next two years we spent in traveling. We visited Mongolia, Panama, Russia, Canada and even New Zealand.
It was exciting. I remember all that like it was in pink colors. It was like endless summertime.
Then we agreed on idea to have a baby or two. I wanted a boy. He wanted a little girl, his princess.
Now we actually agree to have whoever. We were trying all year round. It hasn’t brought result.
That’s okay I knew such things happen. We weren’t losers. None of us decided to get upset.
We took tests. My husband was absolutely healthy. As for me there were some issues.
Nevertheless my gynecologist said to continue. We were ready to try hard next half year. Anyway it was enjoyable activity.
My health condition suddenly was getting worse. I started feeling pain in pelvic and stomach. Something seemed going really wrong.
I was diagnosed with cancer. It was cervical cancer and cancer of one ovary. That news sounded me down.
In one second I got fallen out. My life was ruined. But we had to do everything as quickly as it was possible.
I’ve gone through courses of chemotherapy. I was taking bunch of antibiotics. My body was collapsing.
My mind was melting like a wax. I knew I would not be the same. I didn’t think about future children.
I was obsessed with heavy though. How was it to my husband? I was afraid he could leave me.
He’d kill me if he knew I was thinking so. No, my husband didn’t leave my bed. He was my guardian and hope.
He was my last hope for something light and pleasing. You know diagnosed cancer can grow too fast. Sometimes you just have no time to prepare and fix everything before you die.
I’m lucky one. We survived. Perhaps my sense of humor got changed in worse way.
Nobody remembers how we decided to have babies again. I myself don’t. We understood even the hardest trying would not give baby to us.
I went through surgery. The doctors removed tumor, my womb with cervix and ovaries. There was a high risk of recurrence of disease.
In one year after those events I had another surgery. There was a cyst found under my right kidney. It was also removed successfully.
Yeah, success is that work that is appropriate to use in my case. Now I’m okay. I feel lighter.
I’m like a feather. I lost 19 pounds of weight. I still can’t increase it.
So, we now decided to become parents. We are full of love and want to share it. That’s why I’m typing here.
We even don’t ask you about particular clinics. We don’t ask on destinations. I’m just happy to know how you succeed.
Your victories inspire me. I see lots of you are choosing Ukraine. That’s fine I guess.
Perhaps it’s better to not finish the post with meaningless end. The one question that I’m going to ask is what should we do to start? Thank you very much. Hope my post wasn’t too boring.
Let me share my story briefly. At the same time I’m empty and full of different impressions. My last decade was a time interval which I lived through trying to survive.
I don’t exaggerate. My life was really threatened. I suppose if I didn’t save some money before I’d not be hear telling you this.
My husband made proposal when we were at school. Can you believe it? Then we were studying at different universities.
Perhaps we didn’t meet each other during three or four years. Then we met and he repeated his marriage proposal. We had our wedding on the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean.
It seemed we must be happy forever. Next two years we spent in traveling. We visited Mongolia, Panama, Russia, Canada and even New Zealand.
It was exciting. I remember all that like it was in pink colors. It was like endless summertime.
Then we agreed on idea to have a baby or two. I wanted a boy. He wanted a little girl, his princess.
Now we actually agree to have whoever. We were trying all year round. It hasn’t brought result.
That’s okay I knew such things happen. We weren’t losers. None of us decided to get upset.
We took tests. My husband was absolutely healthy. As for me there were some issues.
Nevertheless my gynecologist said to continue. We were ready to try hard next half year. Anyway it was enjoyable activity.
My health condition suddenly was getting worse. I started feeling pain in pelvic and stomach. Something seemed going really wrong.
I was diagnosed with cancer. It was cervical cancer and cancer of one ovary. That news sounded me down.
In one second I got fallen out. My life was ruined. But we had to do everything as quickly as it was possible.
I’ve gone through courses of chemotherapy. I was taking bunch of antibiotics. My body was collapsing.
My mind was melting like a wax. I knew I would not be the same. I didn’t think about future children.
I was obsessed with heavy though. How was it to my husband? I was afraid he could leave me.
He’d kill me if he knew I was thinking so. No, my husband didn’t leave my bed. He was my guardian and hope.
He was my last hope for something light and pleasing. You know diagnosed cancer can grow too fast. Sometimes you just have no time to prepare and fix everything before you die.
I’m lucky one. We survived. Perhaps my sense of humor got changed in worse way.
Nobody remembers how we decided to have babies again. I myself don’t. We understood even the hardest trying would not give baby to us.
I went through surgery. The doctors removed tumor, my womb with cervix and ovaries. There was a high risk of recurrence of disease.
In one year after those events I had another surgery. There was a cyst found under my right kidney. It was also removed successfully.
Yeah, success is that work that is appropriate to use in my case. Now I’m okay. I feel lighter.
I’m like a feather. I lost 19 pounds of weight. I still can’t increase it.
So, we now decided to become parents. We are full of love and want to share it. That’s why I’m typing here.
We even don’t ask you about particular clinics. We don’t ask on destinations. I’m just happy to know how you succeed.
Your victories inspire me. I see lots of you are choosing Ukraine. That’s fine I guess.
Perhaps it’s better to not finish the post with meaningless end. The one question that I’m going to ask is what should we do to start? Thank you very much. Hope my post wasn’t too boring.