The clinic called and they wanted me to continue through the weekend and go back on Monday. But I said no. I said we're done this time two
days isn't going to make any difference. It has only grown .3 mm in 4 days what's two days going to do. Especially if they want it to be 8. We
are a long way from 8. And this is costing me too much money.
I told him I want a new treatment plan. I want a consult with the doctor. And I want to talk about an endo scrape. So now I'm waiting for them
to call me back with an appointment with the doctor.
This madness called for a Facebook post tonight. To let people really see the face of infertility. Here's what I posted. "This is what infertility really looks like. Tonight was double shot night where I have to give myself 2 shots of 2 different drugs, in my ass (behind me), on my left side (I'm right handed), without help because of M's fear of needles. And this is what happens when that goes wrong. So often I struggle in silence and try my best to keep strong. But tonight my rage, frustration and sadness has gotten the best of me. I have another 7 days of this nightly routine only to go for a biopsy - not even for an attempt at a transfer. I am a real life science experiment. I post this to vent, and to bring awareness to the true struggles of infertility. Shining a light on the darkness that plagues some people's lives with no one knowing. Suffering in the shadows is part of the greatest pain." I got a huge outpouring of support and people have told...
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