Hi! Im Jacklynn, please let me introduce myself.

I am a 39 year old hairstylist/owner in YYC. I have a passion for hair, plants,animals and people.

And I am fighting to have a miracle baby!

My journey to here has been a roller coaster from puberty.

Being diagnosed with PCOS and Endometriosis in my early teens living with endless pain and issues, to later be diagnosed with stage 2 Uterine cancer at 25 years old.

Doctor after doctor, surgeon after surgeon, pushed me along thru the system telling me "I'm too young" "I have no kids" ..I’m a LIABILITY.

Until I found Dr. Docksteader. I am still thankful every day for my doctor putting my quality of life and health as a priority instead of just pushing me thru the system doing the bare minimum until it was too late.

After being put on meds to induce menopause and determine all the underlying issues to my pain and bleeding, my doctor recommended that I have a hysterectomy (removal of my uterus and cervix) to save my life.

As rounds chemo and radiation just weren't enough to stop the spread or development of the cancer, also explaining that my insides never grew past the age of 7, meaning if I tried to have a baby aside from the cancer that I, the baby or both of us could die. It was too much risky. Which also meant I could only have children if I did adoption or surrogacy. I was just about 27 years old.

Still Young but.....

My life didn't have an expiration date stamped on the bottom of my foot, my answer was to do what you need to do. I couldn't be sad for something that didn't exist. Obviously, I wasn't created for babies.

They told me that they would evaluate the condition of my ovaries once in there to see if they were salvageable. This would determine the outcome of my fertility future.

The decision was made to leave my ovaries to give me a chance at "normalcy" and a life without meds.

Well 11 months later, I was told I had early-stage ovarian, we caught it early enough that with treatment were able to get control of it. Once again, we would have to evaluate my quality and future fertility potential.

My doctor felt I could still keep them and be healthy enough.

I was so tired of being sick and tired. I decided I would just live my life to the fullest as this had to be the universe telling me you are just meant to go the opposite direction. Career, travel,be a bomb ass auntie!

But this isn't how it was gonna be. No matter how much I tried to convince myself, the clock kept ticking. The "fever" as some call it kept popping up every couple of years.

I looked into adoption to be told I don't qualify due to old-school red tape rules.

I finally decided to go in and start the fertility testing assuming I was in too rough of shape after treatment and such. Turned out I was doing more than ok. PCOS makes you prime for IVF because of the abundance of extra eggs/follicles we have from it. So this must be the answer! I will have a gestational carrier!

I tried to find someone to carry for me that I knew. I had four different opportunities fall thru. Each time breaking my heart a little more and more, making me feel helpless. Maybe this was the universe telling me again this isn't meant to be. I tried again.

I sought out a consult/advice of an agency to be informed it could cost me upwards of $150,000-250,000 to complete the process.

I was blown away, I asked what kind of help is there for financial support for a situation like this? the answer... none! You either SELL for it, MORTAGE for it or SAVE for it. point-blank

I felt my soul wither away. I cried a lot. Defeat. So many roadblocks.

I just had to accept that I was medically broken and because of that, I wasn't allowed to take a swing at parenthood. I mean that's a 1/3 of a house! Who has that just in a drawer collecting dust.

I accepted where I was at painfully ..... until! Having a casual conversation with a friend I consider family bowled me over.

She approached me about how her husband and herself had talked it over and decided they wanted to help me create a baby!

Shock doesn't describe my feelings, disbelief that I wasn't looking for it, and the opportunity found me. He is willing to share his partner, opening their family to me to walk this journey with me. But she is willing to share her body, her experience and her heart with me. I am beyond grateful, humbled, blessed for them.

And scared. I am on my last shot. Getting older, like a time bomb.

So here I am baring everything to the world with hopes that you can help me grab my last shot by the horns and create a miracle baby. A beautiful lil soul that by all odds stacked against us still has a shot at the world and for me to have a family.

I want to walk this journey with every one of you, sharing my experience every step of the way. Hopefully, offering some education on infertility, insight on surrogacy/gestational carriers and the journey of IVF.

Egg retrieval, sperm selection, contracts, testing, insemination.

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FB- the miracle baby journey

insta- @themiraclebabyjourney

Thank you for taking the time to consider this opportunity and my story. I look forward to starting this new adventure.