ivf babies

November 20, 2014

Sometimes other people’s bravery puts me to shame. I bumped into a friend yesterday who shared some exciting news – she’s going to have an IVF donor baby. Whilst that in itself is not earth shattering, she is doing it alone as she is not married nor does she have a partner.

But at the age of 42, she decided to stop ignoring the tick of her biological clock and has started the pre-process of IVF (In vitro fertilisation). It’s been a merry-go-round of doctors appointments, blood tests, counselling sessions, and lots of reading. She sounded like a medical dictionary with all the medical terms she was reeling off to me.

So yesterday she got the big tick and come January she will start her treatment. She’s got lots of supportive friends but it is still a step into the unknown. As she said to me today “a massive but liberating step”. And if it doesn’t work out, she knows she tried and there will be no regrets.

Brave … so very brave.


happy mother’s day

May 10, 2014

I wish there were visiting hours in heaven

It is probably my imagination but there seems to be more Mothers Day advertising than ever before. Everywhere I turn, someone is pushing some “ideal gift” or “show her how much you care” gift. It is all feeling a bit blah.

It’s silly the things that set me off. Take the other night as an example – me reduced to tears all because of the gardening show on tv planting daffodil bulbs – Mum’s garden always had a lovely show each spring. But all I can do is breathe deep, paste a smile on my face and try not to look too envious when my friends tell me of their plans for Mothers Day.

But I count my blessings. I have two surrogate Mum’s who keep an eye on me and offer up words of wisdom whenever I need to hear it and often when I don’t. What more can a girl ask for.


the joy of receiving a card

April 6, 2014

In this digital world, the hand written word is becoming ​more and more ​scarce. I ​can’t recall the last time I received a written letter in my mailbox. ​A card very occasionally but usually it is an email or text. ​But ​despite the preference for all things digital, we have a ​special ​lady at my bridge club ​who always manages to add a bit of brightness to someone’s day. And she does it the old fashioned way … with a pen and card. ​

J, the personal messages lady is busy ​every week writing cards and sharing a bit of sunshine around. Whether it’s a 90th birthday, a bereavement, get well soon, congratulations or a simple thank you – she is the lady who looks after it all. All clubs function on the goodwill of volunteers and I think the role J does for our club is important. Often they generate another thank you card in return but that just reinforces the good manners and etiquette that ​most of ​our players display.