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WhyPregnancyRepresentsaVoidinMyLife

Serena Lawrence
Serena Lawrence Freelance Writer and Editor
9mo Canada Story
Why Pregnancy Represents a Void in My Life

Last week I had to have an ultrasound done on my pelvic region. I have always had very difficult periods, so my family doctor finally sent me to have some tests done to rule anything out (such as an ovarian cyst). The tests sucked for a multitude of reasons. Yes, the internal ultrasound hurt but that wasn’t the worst part of the exam.

Rewind to a few months after being diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension. I was sent to an obstetrician office to discuss birth control methods.

The office was not set up to welcome a patient like me: A patient who just found out they had pulmonary hypertension. Someone who just found out that they had a lackluster life expectancy, and felt like a carton of milk that was starting to stink. Someone who was just given so many losses by a disease that they had never heard of. I had to say goodbye my career, after just starting it, just after finishing five years of university. I learned pregnancy would more than likely kill me. In an instant, everything I had to look forward to was gone.

I sobbed in the waiting room, surrounded by pictures of babies the doctors had helped to deliver. I cried in the office talking to the doctor about my birth control options. Did most people who came to her office need permanent birth control options? All the women I watched come in and out of the office were pregnant. I cried on the way home. I went home and curled into a little ball and tried to mourn my losses.

That brings us back to last week. My doctor sent me to a fertility clinic to have my tests done. I sighed as I looked at the advertisements for the clinic on the waiting room TV, watching a pregnant woman waddle out of the waiting room. Here I was, surrounded by people who were pregnant, or were taking steps to get pregnant. One of these things here doesn’t belong, and it’s me.

I went back to the dimly lit exam room. I stared at the ceiling and teared up while I had my exterior ultrasound. I thought about how most people at this office were seeing their babies growing within their belly. I was there to make sure I don’t have ovarian cysts.

When I’ve expressed to a few people that not being able to have children is a very difficult topic for me, I’ve been asked “you’re not over that yet?”

No. I am not.

As a young adult, I worry that this loss might ache more and more, like a tooth that needs to be pulled, as I watch more and more of my friends grow up, get married and have children. I am not over it. I’m not sure when, or if, I will ever be over it. Pulmonary hypertension took away my ability to make many important choices in my life. What kind of house I will live in. Whether I will have kids. Whether I will feel guilty being in a relationship. When I will retire. Whether I will have children or not.

For me, pregnancy represents a massive hole in my life.

It represents all the losses pulmonary hypertension puts upon my life. It is the agent for not having any permanent roots. I feel like I am like a leaf blowing through life, instead of a mighty oak tree firmly planted in the ground. It signifies all the losses in my life. I’ve lost my career. I’ve lost the future I had worked so hard to obtain. I’ve lost many of the goals I was working toward. I’ve lost the ability to plan my life, or live my life, as a normal 20-something year old.

Adoption, something I longed for, has now become a giant question mark, because I don’t know where I will be by the time I am ready to have kids. I also don’t want to start a family and have my body crap out. Do other people my age have to worry about whether they will be alive or not within the next several years? Pulmonary hypertension is like a hurricane that went through my life and left a colossal void among the wreckage. I’ve tried my best to repair, but of course I wish things could have been how I thought they would be. Part of me still aches and optimistically hopes that my life still can be.

It’s a lot.
It’s heavy.
It’s hard.

I’ve tried very hard to adapt to my new life, but no, I am not over it. Not yet, anyways.

This article was originally published on Pulmonary Hypertension News

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2 comments

  • VivianaVizcaino
    VivianaVizcaino Viviana
    9mo ago

    Hopefully, with time you will find new opportunities or at least learn your body better. Thank you for sharing these personal thoughts with us.

    Hopefully, with time you will find new opportunities or at least learn your body better. Thank you for sharing these personal thoughts with us.

    • Serena Lawrence
      Serena Lawrence Freelance Writer and Editor
      9mo ago

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I hope that new opportunities find me as well :)

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I hope that new opportunities find me as well :)


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Serena Lawrence
Freelance Writer and Editor

Tea snob and pastry enthusiast. Artist turned activist. Boston Terrier mama and bubble bath queen. Raising awareness, advocacy and patient support for pulmonary hypertension.

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