If you didn’t already know, Infertility sucks. The loss of loved ones sucks even more.
Tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of the passing of my father. My father was my hero. We did so much together and counted on each other so much. We shared common interests and skills and he was always the person I would call for advice, inspiration, and even just to vent. The amount of times we called each other while sitting in traffic just to bitch about the traffic….. goodness…. it was all the time. I found that driving alone was probably one of the hardest times for me after he passed. We talked every day and 90% of that was while one of us was driving to and from work or while running errands. I would give anything to hear him honking his horn or complaining about people stopping at a yield sign.
My husband and I haven’t sought out any fertility treatments since his father passed away in March of 2024 and now that we are in a place where we are ready to start exploring options again, it brings a tear to my eye that I can’t call him to tell him about our latest doctors appointment or the new options we are exploring.
My father was the type of dad that would cringe any time I would say anything about having my period or anything of that nature. When we started our infertility journey, he was so invested in educating himself and hearing about my experience and what different procedures involved. He wanted to ensure he knew what was going on with us and what results were showing. The word “period” no longer made him cringe. There were friends that he would share my story with (with my permission) and would share updates on our progress, when he would share that information, he wanted to make sure he knew the right terms and the process so he could maintain expectations and answer questions that they may have.
Sharing my story has created awareness and education. Knowledge is power! Power = change. My wish is that my story can help others and impact change.