New Year’s Eve

16/01/23

It is 2022, New Year’s Eve.

It’s the first time in a long time that I am alone at home. I am alone with trusted steed Milo by my side; he is busy chewing on pebbles and being a welcome (and sometimes, very unnecessary) distraction.

I have just finished my injections for the day. I have started my IVF treatment, which has been strongly encouraged by several oncologists. You are young, they say. Think about the choices you want to have for the future. I nod. I smile. Mostly, I am exhausted. 

On that particular day, my husband and I have been in the clinic for close to 7 hours. It is New Year’s Eve. It is impossible getting any appointments, getting anything done at the end of the year. And yet, here we are. We have finalised a plan. 

Things are happening. I have many more injections to give myself. 

This piece was first published on RIC Journal. Click here to read the full story.

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