I used to think that pregnant women, babies, and fertiles were everywhere. Well, I still think that. You know it’s a conspiracy against all infertiles *wink*
I’m finding more of US in random places though!
In my last post (One of God’s Angels), I spoke about my new hospice client that struggled with loss and infertility. Well, surprisingly enough, my other client is a fellow infertile as well!
My other client, Ms. D, has Parkinsons and Macular Degeneration (she’s going blind). 😦 I really admire her ability to remain so independent though. She gets around pretty well. Her attitude is feisty and spunky, which I love.
Just like my other client, we were having a random conversation, when Ms. D brought up her struggle to conceive. Do we have gay-dar — but for infertility? Infer-dar? I wonder why both clients chose to share these personal things with me when they barely know me? It seems like quite a coincidence. Or maybe another message from God? Or maybe I’m simply a good listener. I don’t know.
Anyway, she relayed to me that it took her TEN long, heart-breaking years to conceive her first child and 2 years to conceive her 2nd child. She was unable to conceive anymore children. And she still says with longing in her eyes, that she would have loved to have more children.
I decided I would share with her that we’ve been trying for a couple years, but I didn’t want to spill my whole story. I’m supposed to remain professional. Her advice to me was to never give up, see a specialist, and TRY to relax. I had to laugh inside about the “relax” comment, because that’s not something I would picture a fellow infertile saying. I bet that’s what everyone told her to do back then though. I can’t even imagine being infertile back then. She’s in her 70’s! I wonder what they could even do for infertiles at that point in time?
This new job has been a real eye-opener for me in so many ways. Not only do I appreciate my life & what I have more, but I have met women who have survived infertility & are surviving much worse conditions now. I really needed this in my life right now, so I’m very grateful.
I’m still struggling with a lot of raw emotions. The miscarriage was only 2 weeks ago. Sometimes I feel like I’m just slapping a band-aid on a huge gaping wound and expecting it to heal overnight. It doesn’t work that way though. It’ll take time, TLC, and a lot of prayers to make it through this trying time. I wish I could just go back to normal, but I can’t. I’m trying to make it one day at a time.