There has been a lot of death around me.
My lovely principal's mother passed away last week.
Then my fertile BFF's father-in-law passed away.
And then while getting ready for my BFF's FIL's memorial service, I found out that a colleague's mother passed away.
They say that deaths happen in threes.
Unfortunately, the deaths I mentioned, although expected since they were all very ill and their deaths were not tragic. All three had good, long lives and had survived to see their children grow into adulthood, and one even had great-grandchildren.
This week we're waiting to hear the news of my fertile BFF's cousin who is at death's door. She was given the sacrament of the sick on Saturday night.
She was diagnosed with breast cancer a couple of years ago, went into remission, but then the cancer reoccurred in her brain.
Her doctors gave her radiation in a last ditch effort to get her through Christmas.
Her last Christmas with her two young kids and loving husband.
I know that she is on so much pain medication that she doesn't know what is going around her. I also know that her young children don't really understand what is going on.
Her husband and kids are surrounded by a large, loving, Catholic family who have been praying for her non-stop.
Please, if you have a moment, please pray for their comfort. I can't even imagine what they are going through.
I know I can't die from my IF, although some days I feel like I can -- particularly right now on P+13 and I want to eat all the chocolate in the world, and I analyze every little symptom. One would think that after eight years that I wouldn't get my hopes up with every cycle, but I actually ovulated this month AND I have boob pain.
I'm offering all of my pain for this poor family. God is definitely trying to teach me a lesson in perspective.