OK never done this before...
Met my husband in 2009. 10 year IVF journey to have our one and only child. 8 failed rounds finally got lucky and son born 2019. Journey drove me to depth of despair many times. You'll know if you've been down this rd.
My son has additional needs and last few years been very stressful.
I desperately wanted a second child with our remaining frozen embryos...
But then bam. This year hubby gets diagnosed with terminal cancer. Came out of fucking no where. No symptoms. Not sure how long he's got we haven't asked but prognosis is crap.
Nothing to look foward to now but hubby getting more and more ill. And my sons needs getting more and more difficult.
I'm done. Is life really worth the pain? I don't think it is