If anyone had told me on my 18th birthday, half my age ago, that I would have cervical cancer, a radical hysterectomy, be going through IVF with cryopresevation, AND chemoradiotherapy by 36 I would have declared that person either a complete f*#kwit or high. But here I sit on the eve of my 36th birthday having gone through almost all of that and I think I am doing pretty well. Right now I am in the middle of ovarian stimulation which requires an injection of Gonal-F in the morning and Menopur in the evening. Soon that routine will change slightly, and so will the drugs, as the follicles (they want about 20) grow on my ovaries for retrieval on April 30th. I cannot even do the retrieval the “right” way either. That is going to require yet ANOTHER laparoscopic surgery to get the buggers. Keep in mind, fertility fans, that the NORMAL way to do this is to have ONE follicle mature, release, go down the fallopian tube into the uterus, and then actually have SEX to conceive. This baby-in-a-petri-dish process is going well enough, but is really bizarre on so many levels. Ask Scott about the porn offered at the office for his “test”. It’s a story only worthy of a conversation.
April 23, 2007 at 5:38 pm |
Sammy says, “Happy Bathday”….she frequently gets those two things confused. Maybe you’ll be here for her 17th birthday in July.
April 23, 2007 at 11:28 pm |
Happy 36th, Beth!
36 sounds like a good lucky number – three dozen tulips, a really long rally in tennis, three dozen cookies to eat – (for breakfast), number of places to travel to, and ….I am not going to mention any needles or follicles even though I love your witty youtumor writing.
Continuing to send you positive vibes,
hugs from the Abbotts,
Marina