johnny be bald

So it’s no secret that John had cancer(if you’re currently whispering to yourself, “John had cancer?” you are either a.) new to this blog, b.) a total stranger to us or c.) so consumed in your own narcissism that you haven’t bothered to look around at your hurting and suffering kinsfolk in years. Now please permit me to recommend that you visit here.) where you will find information, stories and pictures on all things cancerous. We reported the daily grind of that particular uphill battle in all it’s gory detail and found that it helped to laugh at our problems. There is something theraputic about putting your greatest life hurdle in the spotlight, pointing at it and laughing. It shrinks it and takes away some of it’s weapons.

And now we’re going to do it again.

This time, however, the secret is not cancer but a little something, something called IVF (Invitro Fertilization….it basically means we get to create a Frankenstein baby in a petri dish, which, actually, is pretty frigging sweet). So, say it with us now…in-fer-TIL-lity. Yes, we said it, the I word. John is as sterile as a crayon and we are going to attempt (at the chagrin of most of our friends) to bring another Brookbank into this world. I don’t know why but this “condition” seems to have a horrible stigma surrounding it – and I refuse to fall into that. What can I say, I’m stubborn that way.

That said, out of respect and compassion for our male minded (and squeamish female) readers who REALLY don’t want to hear about this sort of business, we’ve decided to write about the whole debacle on a separate blog.

Introducing for the first time in glorious TechnoColo!