Contrary to advice Teddy Lifeslurper kept all FSH in the one basket.
Sometimes the planets fail to line up in our favour.
Often life goes into a dark eclipse as the heavens throw us into chaos. While others enjoy light displays in the skies above us, the only clue of recent activity is the giant craters in my ovaries.
Our fifth IVF cycle is over. It ended prematurely last week. There has been plenty of time to dwell on its failure since. The stars had fated this from the outset. The entire cycle seemed out of kilter, error upon mix up, topped with communication problems – it just never felt right.
As I was being put ‘under’ Monday week ago, ahead of my egg pick up (EPU) I had a slight panic.
Continue reading Aiming for the IVF stars
Our Last Chance Cycle will kick off soon. I have decided (with Wobbles’ approval) to do things a little different this time. I am calling on some extra help with the knowledge this might be a little controversial, and possibly a lot desperate.
It all probably amounts to too little too late as well.
Lifeslurper readily admits to being in need of an attitude adjustment when it comes to ART. Apparently, it is all that will help my elderly ovaries begrudgingly cough up some over cooked or sometimes even half-baked follicle producing eggs.
Without IVF we are stuffed. With it, we so far have nowhere. I am resentful. The fertility specialists tell us we have no hope, at the same time as they offer to sign us up for another cycle. I feel I am entered in a race that I am certain to have difficulty clearing the starting line. Continue reading The Cult of Desperation
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.
Continue reading Groomed for IVF
Oh no!
That came around suddenly, kind of….
Today marks the first day of IVF cycle IV.
Ever since the unsuccessful end of IVF Cycle III it was presumed there’d be another. Doing cycles two and three “back-to-back” as the footy commentators like to say in place of the term ‘consecutive’ (as in “Geelong won back-to-back premierships”*) was quite a challenge, especially when compared to cycle one. That first doomed cycle took forever to begin. When it did begin, it never got that far. Cancellation saw it end rudely before ‘egg pick up’ or EPU.
Cycle one also left me with a large ovarian cyst, and a growing realisation that our chosen fertility specialist was past caring. With no period meant no way to commence further IVF. A cyst meant no period, but Professor (later dubbed “Professor Doofus” by one bright spark) said we could do nothing but wait.
Continue reading Day One Mk IV
