We came back after our honeymoon to a letter… the letter I had been trying to forget would turn up – the sperm results…. I was, and I’m not going to lie, dreading the results. They were everything I hoped they wouldn’t be – the chances of getting pregnant were very very (I forget how many very’s there were – but a lot) slim chance of conceding naturally – gutted – I tried to pretend it didn’t matter – and I suppose it didn’t – the most important thing was that St. John was alive and cancer free – there are other ways of having children – think of the positives!!
We talked it over and agreed to not think about it for now – I was still only 29 and St. John, 36 – let’s see where the next year takes us and what the consultant says at the next appointment at the end of January. Onward and Upwards