So much LOVE

Sitting opposite the consultant, I tried my hardest not to cry. But it was no use. Tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.

I reached for a tissue and dabbed at my eyes as his words echoed around the room.

‘I’m sorry…it’s likely you’ll never have children…’

At school, when teachers asked children what they wanted to be, some dreamed of being an astronaut or a nurse.

But I dreamed of just one simple thing.

Being a mum.

Now that dream had been taken from me.

The reason? Endometriosis. I’d always had painful periods since starting puberty at 12.

Now, aged 18, I’d finally got a diagnosis. I had endometriosis – blood and uterine tissue that grew