My heart - it explodes with love (with confetti and rainbows and stuff, I mean - nothing gross). I FUCKING LOVE YOU GUISE. AND I'M SOBER, SO YOU KNOW I MEAN IT.

I had a few interesting moment reading the hilariously awful, mean, and armchair diagnosing that went on on the Jez FB post of my article. The part where people chided me for not acknowledging that being told you're dying IS DEFINITELY WORSE THAN INFERTILITY YOU INSENSITIVE NARCISSISTIC MONSTER almost made me fall off the couch from laughing so damn hard.

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Sorry, you poor, poor crusading Internet Soldier - been there, done that, got the t-shirt. I think I can effectively compare my feelings on the two, thanks. But let's dish soon, 'kay?

Anyway, I would love to get to all of you individually but I don't know what to say except thank you, thank you, and thank you again. This was truly one of the hardest things I have ever had to write. I keep my continued problems with my trauma, PTSD, and depression close to the vest most of the time, and it wasn't until I was writing that I realized just HOW MUCH I've been holding back and how terribly it was affecting everything in my life, even though I was still going about my daily business, getting shit done, and convincing myself that I was fine and that infertility wasn't hurting me THAT badly.

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This community fucking rocks, no matter what you eat. Thank you for being so supportive of me, my voice, and of the huge adventure we're about to embark upon as we scramble to try to get the money in place to actually move forward with all this crazy baby finding.