Prior to being diagnosed with breast cancer, at age 26, my plan was to have another baby at age 40. Why not? {I had my first and only child at age 16.} I figured by age 40, I would have traveled the world, have an amazing career and a guy in my life, that I kinda liked.
After my first oophorectomy, (ovary removal), in 2006ish, the possibility of having another baby started to fade, but after waking up from the procedure with both ovaries still in tact, (long story), I figured I was back on track with my baby at 40 plan.
In 2014, at age 36, my breast cancer returned and it was still estrogen based, so I would undergo an oophorectomy again, instantly going into menopause, thus completely killing my dream of naturally giving birth ever. (Removing my ovaries drastically reduced the amount of estrogen that my body produced.)
2018. Age 40. I remember the days in which I wasn’t sure if I would live to see 40. Here I sit in Orlando, at YSC Summit 18, two weeks after my 40th birthday with “my” baby, not my child, but my grand baby. Wow! I’M A GRANDMOTHER! And to top it off, the kid looks just like me. The more and more I think about it, God always gives me exactly what I ask for. Baby At 40 ~ Madame President aka Grandma.
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