polly77
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Hi Girls!
I am new here, but I have a story to share. Today I had to visit my RE for blood work to confirm my third chemical pregnancy in 5 months. I'm sure some of you can relate to driving to the office in that miserable, gloomy fog, waiting for the bad news once again, with cramps and bleeding. It really sucks. So as i pulled into the lot (my RE is located in an outpatient wing of a hospital), it seemed like just my luck to see this happy very pregnant couple hand in hand walking out and I got so angry, thinking WHY ME? and IT ISN'T FAIR... I DON'T DESERVE THIS! And I got on the elevator, mad at my life and mad at the fact that elevator stopped at every floor and then it stopped and this beautiful young girl, about my age, got on and she looked like she just saw a ghost and was desperately fighting back tears (probably the way I looked) and then I glanced up at the floor we had stopped at and it was the Oncology floor. I don't really know what her story was... was it her? Was she terminally ill? Was it her parent? Her spouse? Her child? All I know was that in that second I realized that I can be sad about my loses, but in the grand scheme of things, I am really very lucky.
Sorry to be cliche, but perhaps I needed a reality check
I am new here, but I have a story to share. Today I had to visit my RE for blood work to confirm my third chemical pregnancy in 5 months. I'm sure some of you can relate to driving to the office in that miserable, gloomy fog, waiting for the bad news once again, with cramps and bleeding. It really sucks. So as i pulled into the lot (my RE is located in an outpatient wing of a hospital), it seemed like just my luck to see this happy very pregnant couple hand in hand walking out and I got so angry, thinking WHY ME? and IT ISN'T FAIR... I DON'T DESERVE THIS! And I got on the elevator, mad at my life and mad at the fact that elevator stopped at every floor and then it stopped and this beautiful young girl, about my age, got on and she looked like she just saw a ghost and was desperately fighting back tears (probably the way I looked) and then I glanced up at the floor we had stopped at and it was the Oncology floor. I don't really know what her story was... was it her? Was she terminally ill? Was it her parent? Her spouse? Her child? All I know was that in that second I realized that I can be sad about my loses, but in the grand scheme of things, I am really very lucky.
Sorry to be cliche, but perhaps I needed a reality check