Well my appointment with my doctor went as well as can be expected.
It was Melbourne Cup Day. I had heels on and a flower in my hair, I was
feeling pretty positive.
He sat across from me and
studied my file very carefully, flicking questions to me
absent-mindedly. He kind of muttered to himself that he had no idea why
my cycle behaved like that on Femara. No answers at all. Then he put the
folder away and just said, "What are we going to do with you?" That
made me laugh. That is indeed the million dollar question.
And then he said,"The only option left is IVF."
And
suddenly, there it was. It was kind of a relief in a way. Now I was
actually forced to confront it, it didn't seem as intimidating as I had
made it out to be. I was actually a little excited at the possibilities.
Time will tell.
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