As we struggled with infertility for years, I never remotely thought another members of my family would endure similar issues. The fact that I am finding out now that a precious loved one is having similar issues, and just experienced a devastating loss, it kills me. It makes me hate infertility as much as I did before we overcame it, except more.
I get that if we want another baby, we will likely have to go through all the same medications and interventions. I get that we may experience loss again. I am ok with that for me. I am not ok with it for others. I hate that couples everywhere are still struggling with this. I hate that deserving men and woman ache for a child and sometimes cannot see that dream realized. I hate that there are people so careless that they toss children aside while others ache so desparately for them.
It's not fair. I wish I could be there for her and hug her as she cries on my shoulder. At the same time, I don't know if she even wants me to listen. I have reached out and offered my support from someone who does understand it from the other side...I just hope she takes it. Helping others with this is really the only way I feel like I am doing something about it.
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