Say...

Just when I was resigning myself to the fate of a short-lived-cruel-twist-of-ironic-fate ending

The prospects of having my reproductive tubes ruptured and cut off

Scares me a million times more than immediate death itself

Silly to entertain such thoughts I know

I just cannot stand the thought of never being able to be good enough

For the life I wanted to lead

For the partner I would want to be with

I'm so tired of waiting

I'm so tired of worrying

I'm so sick of the lack of answers to their unconfident diagnosis

Is this it?

I dun wanna look at the websites anymore

But I cannot help looking them up over and over again

Typing different variations of key search words

Only to get the same answers over and over again

"Nobody can confirm, anything is possible...."