Tomorrow I return to the city for that all-important extra ultrasound to see if Cycle IV is still viable.
This seems like so much time and effort just for a 5 minute assessment that is highly likely to bring bad news.
This increasingly torturous journey is quickly becoming some IVF rite of passage. My IVF hopes and dreams grow, twist and shrink with every bend along the way. By the time the city is in sight, my thoughts have processed every possibility many times over.
Sometimes I try to imagine how I would feel about IVF if travel wasn’t a factor. Then I think of those who travel overseas and interstate for the same purpose, and wonder however they manage to survive it.
Distance means usually leaving the day before tests and procedures are scheduled. We returned late Saturday from the last appointment. The next appointment takes place early Wednesday morning. The time in between has been spent recovering, worrying about the cycle and dealing with a rapidly deteriorating lower back problem.
