My sister Rachel struggled to conceive for years, enduring multiple IVF treatments and heartbreaking miscarriages. Her spirit slowly faded, and she withdrew from the world, even missing some of my sons’ birthdays. Watching her suffer was unbearable.
One day, as I saw her lovingly watching my boys through the kitchen window, my heart ached for her. At that moment, Rachel and her husband Jason turned to me. Jason shared that Rachel could no longer handle treatments and suggested surrogacy. Rachel, holding my hands, said, “You’re my only chance of ever experiencing motherhood.”
That evening, my husband and I discussed the possibility of me becoming her surrogate. With four boys of my own, I had a lot to consider, but my sister’s pain weighed heavily on my heart.
