50th birthday

I turn 50 years old today. Half a century. WTF?!

This photo sums it all up for me.

My husband stuck by me at my very worst. He cared for me as a patient, when I couldn't look after myself and waited until I could.

When I awoke from my coma my wanting a child wasn't a decision in my head, it was a gut feeling. I desperately hankered. Was it my age or my near death experience I will never know.

A lot of time (8 years) later, through a variety of methods (naturally, NHS IVF, private IVF) and a considerable amount of money (worth every single penny) my boy was born.

He is the most important thing in my life X