For most of my adult life, I felt that I was in control. I felt that all of my successes and
failures were a result of what I did or failed to do. I was proud of my accomplishments, and frankly had little patience for people who did not exhibit the same type of work ethic as me.
One challenge I could never win was my battle over infertility. At first, I ignored the truth, burying myself in work and other activities. When I finally repaired my relationship with God, I began to pray and ask for a child. I had returned to the Church, our marriage had been blessed, and my husband had converted to Catholicism. I had consulted my doctor, and although we did not participate in IVF due to religious beliefs, I underwent every other possible procedure. I even changed jobs so my work hours would be more regular and corresponded with my husband’s schedule.