As a childless teacher,I’m confronted by my own infertility every day. Can I really spend the rest of my life teaching?
At precisely the moment when my year 1s and I should have been eagerly discussing our upcoming trip to London, I was crumpled in a heap on the kitchen floor, or listening to the voice at the conclude of the phone say that they were very sorry but,following my last round of IVF, my pregnancy test had come back negative. This phone call was the culmination of six months of on-and-off treatment. It had been a long journey just to regain started. I had a bone marrow transplant four years ago and was advised to postpone starting a family for a least a couple of years. Even after genetic testing to ensure we would not be passing on the same scarce blood condition, and opting for “unnecessary” medical treatment did not sit comfortably with me. But we were told that with my medical history the options were limited and rapidly decreasing,so we went for it.
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Source: theguardian.com