I had my first patient that I was unwilling and unable to take care of the other night. I know Im a nurse and Im supposed to look past everything and be unbiased and give the best care possible but I just couldnt with this girl. I had a young girl come in who was having severe cramping and bleeding. I brought her back to the room and she told me that she had had her second abortion in less than 6 months and she was starting to have unbearable pain. I was smiling on the outside and taking her information but on the inside my mouth hit the floor and my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I turned her care over to another nurse who was able to give her the care she needed without being rude and uncaring, then I went to the bathroom and cried yet again.
I know everyone who reads this is going to tell me God doesnt give you more than you can handle and all kinds of things like that but Im finding it very hard to believe that Im not being tortured for something Ive done. Unless youve stood in my shoes then its impossible to understand the pain I feel. This is the second month in a row that Ive had to look at yet another bad lab result and another negative pregnancy test only to have my infertility thrown in my face by someone who was blessed with a child deciding to have an abortion. I know God doesnt torture His children and bla bla bla. Im sorry but I just dont want to hear it. Im hurt, devastated, torn, heartbroken, on my last leg. This is more than I can handle. Inside Im losing it. I can put on a good face on the outside and go about my daily things but inside all I do is cry and scream and hate everything about my condition. I hate that I cant get pregnant. I hate that my sweet husband who wants a baby more than anything can not be a dad because his wife is all screwed up inside. I hate when I look at the love my in-laws give to my beautiful neice and nephew and know inside that that will never be my children and Ill never have that bound. I hate that Im starting to lose all hope in Gods will for my life. I think my torture is the worst kind. It eats you from the inside out. It destroys everything about you. Oh Lord, why do you let me suffer to much? Why do you keep bringing me face to face with those who have killed the most precious gift? Why do I feel like your torturing me? Please help me Father! Please save me from this all encompassing disease! Please give me a sign of hope, of love, of anything besides this pain!

