COLUMN: Friends, countrymen, lend me your (sympathetic) ears
I never thought I would have to ask for sympathy.
Once upon a time when I was hurt, sick or even uncomfortably pregnant for 36 months (not all at once), friends/family/complete strangers would offer a chair/reassuring hug/good wishes.
Now that I've been a mom for 13 years, zilch. It's as if being a mom means you have to turn in your sympathy card.
Let me give you a "for example."