Up until recently, the thought of having children never really entered my periphery. I had spent much of my twenties and early thirties flitting through life, avoiding any real commitments, even down to which country to live in. In 2019, a bout of numbness up my left torso and tingling in my hands and feet prompted a visit to a neurologist. A subsequent MRI scan revealed scars dotted down my spinal cord like constellations, nerve...