I read a couple weeks ago that a woman, to help keep grounded and regain perspective in tough times, would simply say to herself…

“It could be worse, you could be on fire.”

Today, after yet another bunch of embryos were bested by my Uohdee…I wonder would it truly be worse to be on fire if it meant I was no longer infertile?

I think not.

I know how to stop, drop and roll and there are really great burn treatment facilities-so being on fire seems to have a way to be *mostly* correctable.  However, this infertility shit-not so much.

At this moment I would absolutely choose fire, and thus I’m offering up the following correction to her centering statement…

“It could be worse, you could be infertile AND on fire.”

Fuck.

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