At the beginning, I considered that having children was not that important to me, because
infertility seemed a minor disorder compared to those which
I had imagined. Those drugs had scared me into some amazing
nightmares, not often, but they were strong.
But when I began to think of marriage, I could see how much
kids would mean to me. My father's reminder came as quite
a shock I drove to Anne's home, trying to accept the worst
possibility, and wondering how she would take the bad news.
Anne had already come to accept that I had been through
a serious illness, with regular assurances from me that it had
been defeated. When I told her that we may never have children,
the disappointment within became quite evident. I could
understand the way she felt. Anne said that it did not matter.
The union was far more important than the children.
She is a wonderful lady.
