…All I heard was “melanoma”. I understood it was the spot on my thigh. I understood I was going to have to have additional surgery. Everything else was a blur.
I am infertile. I have infertility. I am struggling with infertility. There, I’ve said it. It’s out there now.
Anyone who has gone through infertility treatments and is fortunate to become pregnant knows that you become very attached to the staff and doctors who take care if you during such a strenuous and emotional process.
It is so weird to be experiencing all the things my patients have asked me about all these years. I know the science behind the physical changes of pregnancy, and I know what the books have taught me, but to actually be experiencing these changes myself is such a different feeling.
Anyone who has gone through IVF knows how utterly miserable the progesterone in oil shots can be. It is basically like getting a flu shot in your hip EVERY DAY for weeks. And for those of us who don’t have a lot of hip, you run out of space to put these miserable shots very quickly.