This last week, I had an elderly couple come into the dental office where I work. They are very sweet, and even gave me a card when I got married. But this time, the husband said something really insensitive.
He came into the office for his appointment, and said "I heard you failed." I was confused what he was talking about. So I said "Failed at what?" He said, "You didn't get pregnant." That totally caught me off-guard. I forgot that I had told them I was doing infertility treatments last year. I just played it off- like well, they didn't work. We're keeping our options open... maybe we'll adopt." Then I changed the subject.
Inside, I was fired up. I DID NOT FAIL. I did every single thing they asked me to do. Every shot, every drug, every procedure. I did EVERYTHING. So NO, I did not fail. So far, 3 embryos haven't stuck around after they've been transplanted. But that has nothing to do with me. (It took me a while to simmer down from that one.) (On the inside.) Outside I was still as pleasant as I could handle being...
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