Rodrigo and Joy

With everything that has happened to me I still feel pretty lucky. I have a great husband who loves me more than anything, wonderful friends and family. But I have been thinking a lot lately about how many women there might be out there who might be going through something similar and that haven’t been informed of their options. That will just do everything the doctors tell them because they believe that they are being told everything they need to know. How many will lose the ability to have children. Will be sent into early menopause, will suffer the residuals of the treatment meant to save their lives without ever knowing they had a choice. That there was something they could do. It makes me heart scream with the pain that they might suffer, the pain that I suffered. That they will spend nights crying into their pillows, holding their bellies and asking why. Why did it have to be like this? Especially when it doesn’t when all it takes is one doctor or one social worker to tell them that they have a choice that there are options to save their fertility. That it doesn’t have to end that way. I know that all the doctors are thinking about is how can I save this persons life, but what about their life after they are saved.