#1 failed.
#2 is scheduled for today at 2:00; cautiously enthusiastic and hopeful.
My destiny was altered when I was diagnosed w/ Premature Ovarian Failure. I’m reassured by doctors that a fruitful life IS ahead of me. Despite promising reassurance, I merely exist...day after day I involuntarily mimic the motions of life. The idea that I'll never bear my own flesh percolates through my veins. I write to document my tribulations of surviving each day. I wish not to seek help -this blog satiates my innate desperation in seeking therapy. I pray to thrive despite my diagnosis.
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