It Ends With Us
It Ends With Us
Lisa Burt
I sit in the doctor’s office my mind whirling as the doctor explains my diagnosis. All I hear are words like fibroids, causes infertility, may never be able to have children. The doctor looks at me with sympathy in his eyes. At 24 years old, I’m young to get this disease and it’s hard to give this kind of news to someone so young. I leave the office and drive home in a daze and when I pull the car into the driveway I just sit there for a few minutes not sure how I even made it home. Alex and I have been trying to have a baby. How is he going to take this news? Just thinking about Alex makes me burst into tears and I lean my head on the steering wheel and let the ugly cry out. I pound on the steering wheel and scream “why me?” I know deep inside it’s selfish to think that way. I mean why not me? It’s just so unfair. I’ve wanted my whole life to be a mother and now that’s gone in a blink of an eye. I wipe my eyes and head into our home. We have a huge five bedroom house that’s more like a mansion. I’ve always thought we were so lucky to be able to have a home so large, so that we could have a big family like we always wanted. Alex plays for the Phoenix Tornados and is on their first line. He’s among the top 10 scorer’s in the entire league and gets paid a lot of money for someone so young. Originally we were going to buy a smaller more modest home, we aren’t really big, splashy, flaunt our money, kind of people, but Alex wanted us to have our dream home to fill with our dream children. Just as I get into the house Alex’s car pulls up beside mine in the driveway.
