“I’m sorry to tell you it didn’t work,” the doctor said gently, then exhaled: “We didn’t get any embryos.”
And with her sigh, my dream of motherhood disintegrated.
It had been a long haul to reach this point. Tests, medications, surgeries. Unsure diagnoses, ineffective treatments, bills upon bills. And all for what? One tiny, pink, glaring negative line, month after month, year after year.
So much invested in fulfilling this deeply rooted longing, only to produce nothing but tears and prolonged ache.
What a waste.
God led me through this place of defeat so that I had nowhere else to turn but to Him.
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