Do dreams really come true?

I’m done waiting for life to come to me. I’ve waited my whole life and there has been good and bad, but I’m at a crossroads, I know what I want, and it’s time to go get it.

The biggest thing for me is the fear. There’s a lot of fear.

The first hurdle? Asking for help. I’m ready to pull the trigger and try and have a baby. Seven years and two weeks after my breast cancer diagnosis and less than a month until my 44th birthday, it’s now or never.

Put it in God’s hands, family says. And so I will.

I need $10,000 to pursue treatments. The facts are pretty simple. I’d be a wonderful mother. I’m capable of so much love. I just need the chance, and the cards I’ve been dealt have not to this point allowed it. I’m choosing the path of lessons learned over pouting.

The money will be used for embryo transfer along with fertility medications. When I was first diagnosed, I went through the process of fertility preservation and now I just need to pay to cross the finish line.

Why have a I waited so long?

Fear. It may be a liar, but it whispers hard truths.

If I become pregnant I have a high risk of inviting the cancer back in. It was an estrogen-based cancer and obviously running this path involves a lot of estrogen. I’m certain my new oncologist will not be a big fan. Nor are some of my family members. But I feel the pull, it’s strong, it’s real, and I’m running out of… patience. If you thought I was going to say time, that too. But more than anything, I’ve waited for life to deal me a different hand, and I firmly believe it’s time I take control.

I’ve lived through my worst nightmare when I was diagnosed. Happy. In a strong relationship. A career in a rocket ship.

And then poof. It was gone.

Coming out of the last year, where we all went and lived through our version of that nightmare, I know now is the time to take my ultimate leap.

My name is Joslyn. I’m ready to have a baby. And I need your help!

To answer any questions… I’ve thought about adopting and I’m still exploring. But do not want to live with the regret. I don’t want to live a life where cancer has the final say, because F*** Cancer. I have the resources to get down the line, just not all the way. I need help, and it’s okay to ask. If you can, I’d be forever grateful.