We've come home from the war.
Not the real war on the other side of the world.
But, the real war in our head.
We've been fighting our own little terrorist.
Our war with infertility.
And we conquered. With the help of our friends.
Our own personal infertility fighting team of misfits and experts.
Every war has casualties, every battle has collateral damage.
We surely had our share along the way.
The veterans who return - and if you stay on IVF Land for long, you are a veteran -
have memories that they won't share with anyone else.
(Insert your private personal thoughts here.)
Your friends and family get divided into "the ones who get it" and "the ones who don't get it."
The ones that "don't get it," "won't get it," "can't get it."
You can't share with them, it's just that things happened, and it's not for them to know.
Just like soldiers that have gone to war don't like to talk about the war.
Some times the past is best left in the past.
Which leads me to an old joke:
Q: Why did the Vietnam veteran cross the road?
A: You wouldn't know, man! You weren't there!