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After a few months of me being unresponsive to minimal treatment, my regular girl doc, referred me to the dreaded "Reproductive Endocrinologist". It was all so…
I now knew that I had PCOS (in rare form), but I thought I would be "fixable". I thought I was coming to this office for the next dose of Clomid. I didn’t know I was signing up for a multitude of tests and being prescribed a bottle of emotions.
The nurse came to get me for the first of about 47 blood tests. I closed the door to the conference room, leaving Brad behind, and burst into tears. It was an unusual display of emotions for me. You see, I’m a closet crier. I cry with Brad and on occasion my mom, but that’s pretty much it. However, no matter how hard I bit my lip and scrunched my face in all sorts of contortions, I couldn’t hold back the tears. Tears turned into sobs.
I felt like "BROKEN" had just been written on my forehead – displayed for all to see; like a delicate flower without any petals.
I’m extremely thankful for two people in my life that monumental day.
1. A nurse named Jamie who introduced herself with a warm hug and comforting words while I sobbed into her white coat.
2. Brad – Predictable, but nonetheless, a true support for one hurting girl. I cannot tell you the words he used to console me that day, but I know that I went home feeling secure, cared for, and calm.
He was stickin’ by me, "broken" or not…
Through thick and thin, we make a great team together…Like Salt and Pepper. A Hammer and a Nail. Apple Pie and Ice Cream.
A Fork and a Spoon.
Colossians 3:12-14 "Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity."
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