We come in awe-inspiring numbers, sisters in arms, for the cycles, repeated treatments, changes in treatments and sadly for the some of the infant loss, miscarriages and failed cycles.
We come in less numbers, hesitantly, for the positive pregnancy test, rising betas and heartbeats.
We come in even less numbers, sporadically, with feelings of obligation, to commiserate over the fears, doubts and questions that surround a burgeoning pregnancy.
We come but some, whether in anger or resentment or self-preservation, leave.
And yes, I do take it to heart, and if I didn’t say something, it would hurt that much longer.