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On the face of things, my fertility specialist and hairdresser have very little in common. Their work involves distinctly different regions of the body. Their skills potentially contribute to vastly different outcomes.
Heartbreak on admittedly varying scales can often be the most obvious result of their desire to experiment or use creativity.
At this stage of my life, I need my hairdresser almost as much as I need my fertility specialist.
 Deformed Slurper
What is it about infertility that allows us as women to throw all caution to the wind, or at least to the door of our nearest fertility clinic?
There is something about the constant medical intervention of ART that makes us become somewhat fearless in the face of repeated surgery, anaesthetic and medication taking. Lifeslurper has just returned from her 87th kazillionth doctors appointment in recent months. I am talking general practitioner here, the type of doctor you go see about everyday stuff, as opposed to the fertility specialist you travel millions of miles and pay zillions of dollars to see about how to not make a baby. Continue reading Joining the French Whooping Legion Call off the search and rescue people!
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I am still here. Thank you for your cards and flowers. Continue reading Public Service Announcement from Lifeslurper |
 
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