Fat Chance.

Most of us have started a diet at some point in our lives. They are NO fun. But if they work...the results are wonderful.
I have watched my brother diet for the past few months, marvelling at his willpower & amazed at his weight loss. He has spent a lot of money & done all the right things and is now being rewarded for his effort.

Then I started thinking......Hypothetically......imagine if he woke up tomorrow morning & by some cruel twist of fate & certainly no fault of his own, all the kilo's he'd lost were now stacked back on his frame?
How would he feel?
Would he be able to accept the setback, square up his shoulders, brush of the disappointment & begin all over again with a new diet? Even if he knew his new efforts could also be reversed somewhere down the track & wake up fat AGAIN?

IVF. Surely the greatest gamble/kick in the face/triumph.

It's a great day that you begin...like a new diet. You are Pumped. Ready to face the onslaught. You are a fighter in training. You shell out the money. You play by the rules. You dream of the results. But then it might fail. And you wake up one morning back at square one. How do you face doing it all again? Never knowing if the repeated effort over & over will ever harvest a result?

Is there anything else in life like it?
I'm thinking about our girl Thayla Thalia. How will she back up? How do any of us back up?

Someone on a diet may dream of a slim, flat tummy.
But who would trade that for the IVF dream? A huge, stretched, fat gut.
Full of future.
Full of miracle.
Full of life.