Campaign Story

Hello! My name is Shannon. I am 34 years young. Just like every other woman; Ive dreamed of being a mother since I was a little girl. Unfortunately, 11 years ago, I thought that I had my life right on track. I had a good job that I very much enjoyed. I was about to take over the payments to my grandmothers house who had recently passed away. All of that changed in the matter of minutes right before my eyes and I felt I had no control. One day I got up and ready for work, I was feeling a little light headed, cold sweats, and other symptoms that I normally got if I forgot to take my blood pressure medicine. So, when I got to work; I took my medicine, but also let my supervisor know what was going on with me. Well, half way through my shift it had gotten worse, I then started to have lower abdominal pain. Long story short.. My mom came and got me and took me to the hospital. Where they did tell me that my white blood cell count was nearly doubled. As like all hospitals it seemed like we had been in there for hours. My mom apparently hadn’t ate yet that day and I wanted nothing more than to just go home and crawl in bed. So we left. I did get doctors note to take to work. Well two days later it all got worse with me. So again I had my mom take me back to the hospital. After, some tests and being admitted into the hospital. The doctor finally came back to tell me what was going on. I had a bad infection in both my fallopian tubes which where about the size of a baseball. Cause is still unknown. They gave me antibiotics and was hoping that would start to clear it all up. Well, it didnt so that night he told me that im going to need emergency surgery in the morning to remove both fallopian tubes and possibly one of my ovaries. Leaving me unable to conceive a child on my own. Sometime during that afternoon, my work had called me to inform me that they cant accept the doctors note and that as of Friday I was terminated. I honestly dont know how I survived that week in the hospital, because the lord knows that I didnt want to. In my eyes I literally had just lost everything.. My job, my grandmothers house, the ability to experience parenthood, and I lost my faith. I believe I had a tubal pregnancy and with my pain tolerance, I didn’t allow the doctors time to figure out what was going on the first visit. Since, I believed it was a tubal pregnancy, I thought that my Ex whom would have been the father had the right to know. So I messaged him and told him what all was going on. His response didn’t help and only broke my heart even more. He said “Oh, well too bad you didn’t die during surgery!” Eleven years later, im still here and still have my childhood dream. The past few years I have been feeling like im missing something in my life, like there is a hole that I still need to fill. I strongly believe that having a child, someone to take care of and give all my love and attention to is exactly what I need to fulfill that emptiness that I feel. Not to mention it would make my mother beyond happy..