The other night on our way home from our friends house Ryan and I got into a fight in the car. We hardly ever fight and hardly ever raise our voices at each other, but this was a night where we did both for a good 15 minutes. Our friends just went through IVF and are expecting a baby end of October! We were talking about all the shots you have to take and where and when and every time I think about it or talk about it I get panicked, I have a fear of needles, like a bad fear, like when I was 10-11 I had to have a penicillin shot in my leg and it took my mom and a nurse holding me down and me screaming (even after being bribed with a New Kids on the Block video) for them to get it done. Ryan just doesn't understand, he doesn't have that fear and he was being sort of flippant about it like it will be okay, don't worry, I don't get why you are freaking, and I just hit my breaking point and blew up.
We talked it out and made up, and of course I am going to take the shots for however long I need to, because my want of a baby over powers my fear of needles and I will do anything to grow our family.
But I just don't get Why?
Why does it have to be so hard for us to have a baby?
Why have the last two years of my families life medical wise been so horrible?
Why did my dad get cancer?
Why did my mom get Parkinson's?
Why is my mom having such a hard time finding a doctor that can help her, instead of during the last two years have just made her worse?
WHY???
They say the Lord only gives you what you can handle, but I just don't see why he thinks we can handle all of this. It's tearing my mom apart...
The reality is my dad has an incurable cancer, he is doing great now and he could outlive me but if that somehow changes I just am so mad that my parents can't even enjoy the time right now because my mom is so sick. She doesn't even leave the house most days because her headaches are so bad.
All my mom has talked about for the last 5 years is that she will finally quit working when I have a baby so she can play grandma and babysit my baby. She can't do that right now and it makes me so mad and so guilty. As that time nears closer to hopefully us having a child I pray so often that some doctor can help her to feel better so she can get that opportunity that she's wanted for so long.
No matter what, if my mom can watch the baby or can't my child is lucky to have my parents as grandparents. They are the most amazing, kind generous people I know and my child will be showered with love, affection and presents I am sure. But if anything my parents deserve to have some health come their way, deserve to go on a vacation and out to dinner and to the movies again.
I pray that the remainder of 2012 find my family getting better and stronger and healthier, because since finding out about my dad's cancer in April 2010 its been nothing but bad new medical wise since...
We take our injection class on Thursday and let's hope I don't pass out...