Think about all the places we go in a given day or week: to work, to the store, to the gas station, to a restaurant…Of all the women that we pass by (and probably don’t even notice), how many do you think are struggling with infertility?
The answer is – more than you think.
They – we, really – go through life and go about our day, fighting this silent battle that no one knows we are fighting, one that no one knows anything about. A part of our lives that is invisible to the rest of the world.
In my most recent blog post at Fertility Authority, I wrote about the faces of Infertility called “The Women in the Waiting Room”… a little bit of an inside look at what it looks like to be us, the dreaded infertiles, particularly in the waiting room – this regular part of our existence that no one sees.
Maybe you can relate?
As I reflected on my post (after I submitted it), I realized that it was somewhat incomplete. If I could include an “addendum” to my post, I would say this:
Infertility looks like pain. It looks like uncertainty. It looks fear. It looks like hope – and hopelessness- alternately within any given day – or hour even. But it ALSO looks like Beauty. Like Courage. Like Tenacity. Like Strength.
While Infertility is the enemy, the faces of Infertility are lovely.
The post went live yesterday, and this morning, this is what I received from my Secret Santa in my mailbox:
Notice the word: hope.
Don’t lose hope.
From me to you, my lovelies.
[If you feel so inclined, please click over to my blog post at Fertility Authority and take a read. They track my views and every click on the post helps! And the website has many, many GREAT resources!)