It’s part of my job. I accept that. Part of living in a fallen world is that bad things happen to good people. I understand this fact on an intellectual level, but despite the years of giving bad news, it still breaks my heart each time.
Lately, I’ve had to tell several women terrible news; women who really needed good news.
When I saw their names on my patient lists, scheduled for their first pregnancy visit, I would get so excited. Finally they were pregnant again. I would be full of hope, that this time would be different, until I placed the ultrasound on their belly only to see stillness, where the flutter of a heart beat should have been.
These were women burdened with multiple disappointments, who conceived despite the odds, only to face heart wrenching losses once again.
I wish I had answers, both medical and spiritual as to why this has to happen, but mostly I do not.
I can’t always give them answers. I can only listen, comfort, hope and pray.
Pray that they are blessed with a next time. That the next time things will be different. That next time there will be tears of joy.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
If you are part of this community, we pray for you often; especially those who have experienced loss. Know that you are covered and understood and loved.