Ripple effect

In January 2016 I was two IVF cycles and two failed FETs into our journey and feeling devastated and lost. I started looking online for support, for other people who have gone through similar challenges. I wanted to see how they dealt with the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. It was then that I started the blog to sort out my feelings and found a community of women going through fertility treatment.

One of the first blogs I found was Dreaming of Diapers. I felt her hope through her pain. I felt her perseverance and willingness to do absolutely anything to give her embryos a chance. Mostly I felt her strength. Even through the tears, even through the struggles, even through whatever headed her way. Over the years as I read her posts I was gutted at her setbacks; I was elated when she shared good news.

I've yet to personally meet any of the ladies whose blogs I follow, but their stories come alive in their writing and I know there are real people behind the screen. When one shares news it has a ripple effect and we all feel it. This week I'm thinking about her. It wasn't just another failed FET... it was the final one. There's no "at least..." comment that's appropriate to comfort someone who got a negative result. There's nothing I can say or do that will lessen the blow of that news but even though we're across the country and I can't be there to hold her hand, I hope she knows my heart is with her.