Perspective

Perspective.

That is what we all need. Things could be worse. Others have it worse. Countless others. Way, way worse.

So why do I feel so sorry for myself?

Let me start at the begining.

I have been diagnosed with a tumor on my pituitary gland. A small tumor, "microscopic" as the nurse says. But large enough to reak havoc on my female hormonal system. The pituitary gland, located in the brain (straight between the eyes, and back) is the "master gland". It controls the other hormonal glands, including the ovaries. Mine, is out of control. This leads my ovaries to a state of confusion, which lead me to a state of distress.

This is an attempt to tell my story, in the hopes of someday getting pregnant, and having a baby.

The Baby Ride