Counting my lucky stars

I ran into a former co-worker/acquaintance at the grocery store yesterday. I worked with her during my second year in Finland and don’t think I’ve seen here since sometime during my third year here. Any who, she asked what I had been up to. I pointed at Paxlet and told her it took us 4 years to get him (among other things that I’ve been doing since we last spoke). She told me that her and her husband tried for many years and went through all the treatments under the sun (her words) that they possibly could and nothing worked. They are now learning to live child free. I told her I’m sorry.
This is a change: I’m feeling sad for someone else and happy for myself. It still isn’t a great feeling.


2 thoughts on “Counting my lucky stars

  1. This is hard hard hard. I've been in similar situations of survivors guilt and my Chicken still is not in my arms. I wish someone like your friend would give me an idea of what they would like said to them.

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