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Well, well, well – I picked myself up, dusted myself down, and started all over again.

I considered the situation from all angles – it did not take me long to decide that I was prepared to give up any genetic link with my child, in order to have my child. The important factor as far as I was concerned was to be happy with who the egg donor was. I was confident that I could love the child just as much even it it did not share my genes.

I informed the clinic that I wanted to try again, this time with the help of an egg donor. When can I start? No, no, no, no said the clinic. Not so fast. You have been assessed as suitable for treatment without an egg donor – if you want to try again with an egg donor, you have to be reassessed – go back to the counsellors, we will consider their reports when our ethics committee next meets.

Hmph! Was my reaction to that.

I looked around for another clinic and found the second most expensive clinic and equally well-thought of and well-known clinic.

On my first visit to my new clinic, I immediately felt much happier. They seemed altogether much less stuffy and more modern than the previous clinic. The waiting area was freshly painted in bright colours. Even the receptionists seemed more welcoming. Paying bills was in a private area (at my previous clinic, the receptionist dealt with the money, which I had always felt was very inappropriate.)

Most importantly of all, the doctor I saw seemed sympathetic and was quite happy that as I had passed the ethical assessment at the previous clinic, and I was clearly a sane person who had thought through the implications of egg donation, she was happy to proceed, without further querying my character, my understanding, my moral standing.

Given the waiting list for egg donors, I decided to find my own egg donor. After all, I found my own sperm donors, why not find an egg donor!

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