Broken

I had a conversation with a friend recently, we talked about our different struggles with fertility. I cannot conceive and she can. I know, your minds are whirling with thoughts of, "If she can conceive, then she's not infertile". WRONG! You see, while she has seen the plus sign or two lines or the word "pregnant" on a pregnancy test, she hasn't held a brand new baby from her body. In that way we are the same. She has had the heartbreak of multiple miscarriages. During our conversation, she explained to me our bond, WE'RE BROKEN.
I am broken because of a doctor's scalpel that saved my life at the age of ten. She is broken by genetics. Neither of us can look at the other and say, "I have it harder" or "you have it harder". We don't even try. Its invalid to our lives.
What is valid is our friendship and our journey. We travel this road side-by-side. We rejoice with every triumph, we discuss options and specialists, and we have cried together at every "failure".
At the same time that we recognize our brokenness, we also see strength. We are each wonderful wives, great mothers, and best friends. Brokenness does not define us, but it is part of what makes us stronger.