It’s that time of the year again, where your Facebook is filled with #thirythanks and everyone feels so HASHTAG BLESSED. You know kids, in my day, it was just called the pound sign, but now I’m dating myself. For the record, I have no problem with people being thankful. I just always have to laugh at the irony that right after the day dubbed, “Thanksgiving,” comes Black Friday, where large women will knock you out with their purse, just to get to the 75% off lush bath bombs.
Have you ever received some not so great news and still walked away thankful? I’m thirty years old and I couldn’t think of a time in my life I was thankful despite some poor news, until this week. After experiencing some signs that my endometriosis and endometriomas(ovarian cysts) were back, I finally decided to go for an ultrasound to see what exactly what was going on. It turns out, not even the very experienced ultrasound tech could really tell me. The ultrasound lasted about 15 minutes and here are a few thing she said to me:
“I could spend hours and still not be able to know exactly where everything is, and If I can’t get the pictures, no one can.”
“You got pregnant naturally?? Are you kidding me?”
“If you were an infertility patient coming here for answers, I would be very solemn and not say much because I would think this poor girl is never gonna get pregnant.”
“Did you have him preterm? Yeah, I’m not surprised, your uterus has a giant septum down the center.”
“You’re the kind of patient that they call other techs to come look.”
“I *think* one of your ovaries is behind your uterus.”
“Your son is a true miracle.”
“I’ve been in this field for a very long time, and only you and one other young woman are memorable to me because I can’t even get the pictures I need because it’s just chaos in there.”
“Now I gotta figure out what I’m gonna say to your Dr. I just wanna write, “WOW,” but that’s not professional.”
“Well, bye Grace, I will surely remember you.”
Also, let it be known, I was not offended by anything she said. She quickly realized I knew pretty much how screwed up my reproductive organs are when I made jokes about my heart shaped uterus, lazy ovaries and dinosaur eggs.
When you want to build a family and you’ve always desired to have, “a few,” which apparently is, “more than one but less than maybe three to five,” this is not really good news. It’s actually pretty discouraging news. But I can tell you that I walked out more thankful for my son than I had when I walked into that exam room. Just when I think I can’t love Nathan anymore, he goes and does something that causes my heart, like the grinch, to grow 3 sizes. So I guess what I’m trying to say, is that despite some poor news, still, my thankfulness grew 3 times the size this week.