Just months after finishing chemotherapy and radiation, my body started shifting towards menopause, and I knew that having biological children would take a miracle. We consulted many doctors about freezing my eggs, but retrieval can take weeks. The cancer was way too close to my heart and lungs to wait for weeks to begin treatment. Thus, in faith, we decided to treat the cancer and not preserve my fertility. My health issues did not end with cancer. In 2005, I was diagnosed with a joint condition called avascular necrosis, a result of some of the cancer drugs. To date, I’ve had three hip replacements and a shoulder replacement. All the trauma to my pelvic region did not bode well for my dreams of getting pregnant or carrying a child to term.
Seven years to the day after finishing my treatment, I married the love of my life, Clark Andrew Dalton. One of the many reasons I fell in love with Clark was his love for children. As our relationship grew more serious, I told him I wasn’t sure I could have children. I was so sad because I wanted to be able to make his dream of fatherhood come true. But in reality, God alone is the giver of life. Cancer or no cancer, I could not make that promise anyway. Clark also believed that God had a plan for our family trusted Him. After our first year of marriage, Clark and I began “trying’ to have children. When we went to a specialist a year and a half later, I wasn’t surprised but still so sad to learn that my oncologist’s fears had come true: The cancer treatment had almost completely wiped out my ovarian reserve, less than 0.02 percent left.