A Conversation

A couple days ago my husband bumped into a guy I use to work with on his way out from work. (We both work at the same place and it's a big building so it can take anywhere from 5-10 minutes to get to your car.) This guy, Jim, was recently diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS). My husband has type 1 diabetes so Jim wanted to ask how he disposes of his needles. Until my husband told me about this conversation and I did some looking online I didn't know anything about MS or how it's treated. Apparently Jim has to take shots to manage the effects of MS. But my husband doesn't use needles since he has an insulin pump so he didn't really know what to tell him. Jim was told he couldn't dispose of his sharps container in the trash. So the next day I bumped into Jim at work and we talked about MS and how things have been going. I mentioned that I had heard that you can put your sharps container in the trash (because the nurse at my hematologist had told me that). Later in the conversation I told him why I knew. Since Jim was someone that I use to work with he knew I was pregnant last year. So I told him about all the blood work I had had done and finding out about the APAS and even that I got pregnant again this February and had started taking the shots but then I had a miscarriage again, unrelated to the APAS. He gave me the standard line that it's going to happen for us. He also mentioned that his brother and his wife are having expecting and that he's going to be an uncle. I said in a tentative way not to count his chickens before the hatch. Considering my track record he knew why I said that. I told him that until it happens to you, you never think for a second that something could go wrong. I know I sure didn't last year, and even this year with Sean, I had hope that because I was taking the shots that we'd be fine. He seems pretty bummed out about having MS and the different symptoms he's been dealing with. I guess that's the worst part about miscarriages, the physical stuff is over in a matter or days or a few weeks, but the heartache will last forever. Only no one recognizes that heartache after a certain time frame has passed. So it's hard for me to feel too bad for him because it sounds like he can live a pretty normal life. It's not like someone died.