How do you feel about IVF? My Hub has quite a hard outlook
on the subject I think. He says if you are meant to have a child, it will happen.
Well, take my natural oven
that reluctantly gave birth to me, only because I would not die inside of her
as she tried so hard for that to happen, so she had me, because she would have
burst basically if she had kept me in, Ha. Well I was talking to someone the other
day, who worked with people who were drug users and had their children removed
as they would rather do drugs as take care of their children, or they just
could not come off their substances to care for their children. So they gave
their kids up, or they were removed by social services.
So because people like them, could naturally have children,
are they more at right to get pregnant than those who would love and look after
their children?
Thank God for my Mum and Dad who adopted me. If I had been
left with the so called woman who gave
birth to me, my life would have been so different, OK, I may have been a
stronger person, but I reccon I would have been a very hard person and a person
who cared about no one but myself and for sure I would have never seen my
babies face as with the help of my Mum taking me to Russia, I was fortunate to
be able to hold onto my sight until my baby was one year old.
The ache of the wish for a child is beyond my explanation.
Only our maker can explain why we feel such a need. Of course, it is because of
evolvement, the necessary reproduction of people power. For us to continuing to
exist. But if we have a pain, which will not go away, we can’t turn off those
feelings, can we?
It’s OK for my Husband to say those who cannot have children should not seek help elsewhere, he
is a man and although men want children and sometimes live to hold a Son or
daughter of their own, they don’t have the same feelings as women. I agree with
him that when you get to a certain age, IVF should not be
allowed to be given. I think that way, because of the child, not the parents.
As I said in a blog some days ago, my parents were 40 and 47 years older than
me and loved me more than any parent could love their child, and for sure went
beyond their duties of parenting, but I dreaded each night going to bed, thinking
who would remind my Mother to take her pills before bed if I was a sleep, or
boarding school? Dreaded each day when I
awoke, would they still be alive? Hated the thought of modern parents
who were so cruel to my Mum and Dad and knew they would be laughed at because
of their different values and fashion sense.
At a young age, I was without my parents and I would hope my Son would
have me until he was at least forty? Though at the moment mind you, I wonder if
he will want me around when he is seventeen, let alone forty.
I have just been listening to the pain a thirty year old
lady is going through because she is trying to fight with IVF. It is so sad and
so expensive. The poor get one free chance, the rich get as many as they can
afford. There is a charity that helps people to pay for a trial of getting
pregnant, but only so many are chosen for the hand out money, obviously, there
is only so much money given as it is a charity, can you imagine, who has that
job of picking the fortunate parents to be? It’s like being God. How do you choose
such people?
Another charity is a one that has been opened in Huddersfield,
a so called suspended coffee shop, which began in Naples. The customers can
kindly buy a cup of coffee for a homeless person and the person who lives on the streets, can come into the coffee shops that are participating
in this scheme and ask if there are any coffee’s been bought that day.
A beautiful idea? Better than giving money to the homeless
person, so that they can then buy something that they shouldn’t?
Good on the people for bringing this to the North of the UK
and even better of the public who will buy a spare coffee. Xxx
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