After giving a lot of thought, I'm finally embarking on the IVF journey. Fellow infertiles, please wish me luck. I badly need some.
In the past 10 days, I've read several blogs and must say the exercise gave me a great deal of courage, importantly, revived my belief to try. It's amazing to see a vibrant community that gives a shoulder to cry on when dealing with infertility. Wonder how I spent the past two years keeping it to myself!
My husband is a nice person but I never find peace talking about it. Worse, he ducks the conversation in the hope that talking less will help me not brood over. He fails to understand that by not being able to share the trauma only makes things worse. My sisters conceived without effort, so it's rather pointless to think they'll understand what am going through.
Reading your blogs gives me hope. It's good to know there are people like me and it's only a matter of time for things to start working. Almost all, who have been blogging, seem to have been blessed. By blogging, I too hope that the one embryo, that's been elusive, eventually makes it my womb. Not without your support and blessings, of course.
I was diagnosed of grade IV endometriosis couple of years ago when I underwent laproscopy to remove dermoid cysts in my right ovary. The following year, I was on clomoid and progesterone shots for two cycles without success. I insisted on IVF in Jan, 2014 but when the doctor asked to me give a month's break citing cysts from previous cycle, I never went back. I was too tired of visitng the doc, taking the shots, which left my butt bruised,getting blood work etc. in between, I also got a huge cyst removed from my right breast. And as I write this, I have one sitting in my left. The frequent hospital visits, meds, and surgeries sort of made me picture myself as an invalid. I thought, what if, I fall sick and die leaving the fate of my child (if born) nowhere? I resigned to my fate that I was meant to be childless (well, almost) while my husband puts us as childfree. Not that, he doesn't want kids, but I guess, he started looking at the bright side of it to feel better.
Last month, a conversation with my next door neighbor revived my thought (bless her for the noble deed). Assuming all blood work is done by this Friday, am all set for IVF#1.
Hoping against hope, i find success.
In the past 10 days, I've read several blogs and must say the exercise gave me a great deal of courage, importantly, revived my belief to try. It's amazing to see a vibrant community that gives a shoulder to cry on when dealing with infertility. Wonder how I spent the past two years keeping it to myself!
My husband is a nice person but I never find peace talking about it. Worse, he ducks the conversation in the hope that talking less will help me not brood over. He fails to understand that by not being able to share the trauma only makes things worse. My sisters conceived without effort, so it's rather pointless to think they'll understand what am going through.
Reading your blogs gives me hope. It's good to know there are people like me and it's only a matter of time for things to start working. Almost all, who have been blogging, seem to have been blessed. By blogging, I too hope that the one embryo, that's been elusive, eventually makes it my womb. Not without your support and blessings, of course.
I was diagnosed of grade IV endometriosis couple of years ago when I underwent laproscopy to remove dermoid cysts in my right ovary. The following year, I was on clomoid and progesterone shots for two cycles without success. I insisted on IVF in Jan, 2014 but when the doctor asked to me give a month's break citing cysts from previous cycle, I never went back. I was too tired of visitng the doc, taking the shots, which left my butt bruised,getting blood work etc. in between, I also got a huge cyst removed from my right breast. And as I write this, I have one sitting in my left. The frequent hospital visits, meds, and surgeries sort of made me picture myself as an invalid. I thought, what if, I fall sick and die leaving the fate of my child (if born) nowhere? I resigned to my fate that I was meant to be childless (well, almost) while my husband puts us as childfree. Not that, he doesn't want kids, but I guess, he started looking at the bright side of it to feel better.
Last month, a conversation with my next door neighbor revived my thought (bless her for the noble deed). Assuming all blood work is done by this Friday, am all set for IVF#1.
Hoping against hope, i find success.
