Mar 31, 2009
And it still goes...
"I bet she thought of you," my friend told me the other day. That was the same thing she said over a year ago shortly after my birthday.
It was my birth mother my friend was referring to.
Roughly over a year ago I wrote about my experience growing up adopted. While I normally don't get that personal on this blog it felt good to write it. The response from that post was overwhelming as readers sent me numerous emails encouraging me to write more and share my story with others. A friend of a friend sat down with me over beers and candidly opened up about her life growing up adopted and her reunion with her birth mother. It was a touching tale and inspired me to take the leap and start the search.
A few months go by and I find myself in the hospital with a strange medical condition. It was the kick in the ass I needed to keep the search alive and find my medical history if nothing else. I would like a family one day and want to have the information present so they know what they can expect in their older years.
So here I am a year later still ignorant of my genetics. The search is ongoing and I'm still nervous about it for reasons that are obvious to most. Do I even want to know the circumstances of my conception? Does my family have a history of cancer, alcoholism (which would explain a lot), and/or gum disease? Do I have any siblings?
One day I may know how I came to be, but I'm not sure I'll be happier with said information. I'll still keep looking and maybe one day I can put to rest my overwhelming curiosity.
"Too many children in foster care are falling through cracks. Be a hero, take the time learn about adoption today." - Bruce Willis