So I should be glad because your life sucks too?

A little background info: This girl Xo, is the daughter of very close family friends of my parents, and has also been a student of mine at some previous point of time. She got married into a filthy rich family right out of her graduation. Recently saw her pics on Facebook, and I thought she looked gorgeous....the transformation from an average college going girl to a gracious lady of the house! And I commented the same to my mother - "Xo looked gorgeous".

Now the fukdum: Now if I said "Xo looked gorgeous", I meant that Xo looked gorgeous. I did not mean:

a. Xo looked gorgeous, but look at me...bwahabwaha...I am so ugly, bloated, farting blown up.

b. Wow, she has got everything...a rich husband, a beautiful home and great clothes and jewellery.

c. Her life is so great, and look at me.

None of the above thoughts crossed my mind ever.

Now the fukdumer: Xo was told by some a$$h0le doctor (counselling skills are a frivolity) in a Big-City, that she will never be a mother of her own biological kids. Adopt.

And the fukdumest: My fortnight back comment and the last diagnosis got back to me like an evil fog. My mother went like -

"You should never compare yourself with others". Did I?

And, "Everybody has got problems, even if we cannot see them from the surface". Ahem! Spare me please! I have never subdued or blown out of proportion my problems versus others.

I am considered more frustrated than I sometimes actually am.

And I am pragmatic enough to know that everybody has a rotten apple.

But let's look at Xo, shall we?

She went in for fertility testing six months TTC.

Xo is 23 right now. Textbook says that age is on her side.

Her main cause of sub-fertility is established (severe MFI) and she is still left with some other tests. She did not go doctor to doctor, protocol to protocol, hope to hope.

My mother has already opened up to the pain of IF and will make sure that Xo goes into the right hands.

Xo does not have any financial limitation that can restrict her access to expensive fertility treatment.

{My mother was actually Xo's mother's OB/GYN. Xo's younger bro is a fruit of my mother's medical care}

It took me two years to frecking convince people to believe that there was a problem with me.

Now my mother is ready and responsive to the idea of fertility challenges in people she did not suppose to expect in the first go.

I think Xo is lucky....because she was saved 24 cycles of frustration, and can join the path to healing and a baby faster than me.

There mother, I was not comparing earlier, but I just got down to it.

Now I can be critiqued.


^WiseGuy^