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Remembering what's important

Yesterday I went in to get my blood drawn for a progesterone test.  They do this a week after an IUI to determine whether ovulation was successful or not, which, in my case, it was.

But that's not what this post is about.

Despite the fact that getting my blood drawn sends chills down my spine and nausea up my throat, I couldn't help but feel thankful as I pulled out of the Kaiser parking lot.  I am fortunate to live in a place where health care is available (10 minutes away from my house, nonetheless).  I am fortunate to have a job that not only enables me to pay for my health care, but also contributes toward my monthly premium.  I am fortunate that we can choose to pursue treatment for our "disease".  And I am fortunate that, no matter the outcome, this treatment will enable us to open a new chapter in life and move on.
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