Urology lab work came in this morning.
Mr. PNU has testicular failure. We're not having any kids of our own. I'm sad, and I'm calling fair, fair. If my husband can't realize his dreams of providing, why should I have my dream of being a mother again?
So today, I'm thankful for the indemnity clause in A Proclamation to the World:
"Disability, death, or other circumstances may necessitate individual adaptation."
And once that's included, the PW simply instructs Mormons not to be jerks, and to take good care of one another. That leaves plenty of room for everyone to put in hard work. Now, I'm going to sit here quietly in the family waiting room at Neuroworx and ponder on the possibilities this opens that I haven't yet given enough thought.