Thursday, March 26, 2015
I love travelling. And I love flying. Since flying almost always means going somewhere really far away.
Dying in plane crash? Really tragic.
But dying in plane crash because a co-pilot decided he wanted to die?
I am really sorry for all the lives lost because of that decision. I am sorry for their loved ones.
My problem for the last decade was that I was sure for such a long time that what happened to me, incurable infertility, was the most horrible thing that could happen to anybody.
I hope that nothing worse that infertility happens to me, for the next 5 decades. Since, knowing what I know now - living childless forever is really not such a big deal.
PS: photo was taken by my DH, just before we landed to San Francisco