I wanted to write about my IVF cycle today. However something changed in me on Friday morning and I don’t know if it will ever be recovered.
When I woke to the horrific and devastating news that a passenger plane had been shot out of the sky over Eastern Ukraine and that many Australians and even more Dutch had died my love for travel extinguished. I have no desire to leave my country at the moment but I am also not so naive to think that one day a major terrorist attack will happen here as well.
I don’t understand this world we are living in now. Every day I wake up to another news story more horrendous than the last.
If it isn’t a mass shooting in America, it is the renewed war in Gaza or it is a crazy, one eyed religious zealot reclaiming Iraq all because there are two types of Islam and they don’t like it so now it is Islam v Islam. Russia appears to have gone back 50 years to recreate the cold war and if Vladimir Putin thinks that he can wash his hands of the atrocity that has occurred then he is seriously deluded. Make no mistake the death of every one of those innocent victims is blood on your hands. There are school girls in Africa that have been abducted and still to my knowledge not yet returned. Even in Australia, a fairly moderate country there has been increased sexual attacks against women and violence in the city that just never used to be there. Glassings, bashings, rapes, stabbings – things that 10 years ago were a rarity are a common occurrence on weekends.
I can’t watch the news at the moment because every time I see pictures of those three beautiful children from WA that traveled home early with their grandfather to go back to school that are dead my heart breaks a little bit more. I see a criminal site treated with utter disregard. I see men with guns stopping people. I see passports and backpacks that have somehow remained intact yet the bodies lay wasted on the ground and callously thrown in the back of a truck with no respect.
My heart is heavy from all of this and it seems somewhat inconsiderate to be concerned about whether I can have another baby among all of this pain.
The only thing I know is that war criminals eventually pay for their crimes.
To the self proclaimed Prime Minister of some backwards ass piece of land in nowhere Ukraine your time will come. To Vladmir Putin. You are utter scum. There will be no sadness at your death and may the pain of all of those individuals that you shot out of the sky because your army has no idea what it is doing and can’t distinguish between a passenger plane and an army jet burn on your soul for eternity.