Having been down that road and having treatments and trial after trial, I woke up one morning and said, “I’m not taking my temperature anymore. I am done.” It was at that point, I just went on, sad at times, but went on and planned for my future, with a ‘What will be, will be’ attitude. Depression was big with me then and is now an issue, but making that decision to put the thermometer away was monumental. I took that power, however small, and handled it. I became even more focused on adoption and fostered, then adopted my daughter. She was 8 when she came to live with us and 10 when we were able to adopt her (her parental rights had to be terminated). I did become pregnant way late in life, but miscarried. One day, maybe soon, I will write about it. Your post has stirred up that need, once again, to tell my story. Thank you for sharing.

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