The Golden Goose

On the way to the Hospital to get a bloodtest, I watched a flock of geese navigate the busy highway. One would expect them to fly across, ascending past the swiftly moving cars that were in their way. Maybe they were lazy, but they chose to walk across. All twenty of them! Chests out, beaks pointing upward.

Obviously if you had to pit a goose -even twenty geese- up against a swerving, angry car, the geese would, in all probability, get creamed. What goose in their right mind would CHOOSE to waddle across a Boston thoroughfare at rush hour! But here they were, sachaying proudly toward their destination, the last patch of green grass in the city square.

I feel like one of those geese today. Chest out, walking briskly towards the hospital. Sachaying towards ….what? Perhaps the odds are not in my favor. Maybe the machine of fate and infertility is bigger than me. But still I’m walking!!! Confronting it head on.  And now I have sisters.I have lifelong girlfriends and my own sister as well as new partners I’ve made on this journey. We’re all golden geese crossing the highway together. Prancing around with our RubyFeathered tails.

There is strength in numbers.

Faith trumps Fear.


4 responses to this post.

  1. I love this. I often do feel like IVF is a speeding car headed towards me as I waddle to my very own patch of green that will hopefully have a baby sprouting on it. Most often the cars hit us, but one day, I will make it across the road! Meanwhile I too am glad to have met all of these wonderful friends! 🙂 Great post! 🙂


  2. What a great metaphor. There truly IS strength in numbers, and I have leaned upon the strength of the many women I’ve met in this blogosphere more times than I can count.



  3. Posted by lifebytheday on November 22, 2009 at 7:51 pm

    You go girl! All we can do is think positive and take it one step at a time. Hopefully those geese were a good omen for you. 😉



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