May 19, 2021
The morning started with an early drive over to the clinic for another fertility preservation appointment. Blood drawn, ultrasound to check follicular development - the usual stuff. Looking at a retrieval date of this Friday - which would be great because my ovaries are so big right now, there are so many follicles on each side - I told Cory I feel like an overstuffed turkey at Thanksgiving. It’s extremely uncomfortable, not to mention I’m just so ready to put this behind me and focus on treatment.
I stopped by Jessa’s after my appointment to check in on my big sis and my future little nephew she’s carrying around (he's due in Aug.) and to catch up on some work, take a client call, etc. before heading back home. The perks of the round-trip excursions to C-U every 2-3 days a week. When I got back home, I was literally pulling in the driveway as I received my afternoon update call from nurse practitioner Michelle - only this time she sounded devastated. I’m thinking, oh gosh - what’d she find on the ultrasound, cancer in my uterus? In my ovaries? Bracing myself for the worst. However, in my opinion it was simply an unfortunate inconvenience. Nothing we couldn’t handle, thankfully.
My fertility doctor had called Michelle earlier that day and said that she was very sick and wouldn’t be able to perform my surgery on Friday or anytime this weekend either. So we had to pivot, look for another fertility specialist and clinic nearby that would be available - she said they were looking into a clinic in St. Louis but were still waiting to hear back on if they could take me on as a patient, logistics, details, etc.
It is a lot to take in - Michelle said it seemed like I was taking the news surprisingly well but honestly at this point, after the last few weeks that we’ve had, I have already turned all of this over to God. I am trusting that He is going to work this all out for our good.
At this point, I have done everything that I can - I have taken the meds, I have injected myself 3x/day, I am carrying around ovaries the size of softballs (probably an exaggeration, even though it feels that way), I am bloated, uncomfortable and exhausted - and it’s time to wrap this up.
We took a risk going down the path of fertility preservation before treating my cancer. We’ve gone this far, there’s no turning back. Now we just need to retrieve the eggs that are there and preserve them with the hopes that, when the time comes, they will help us to grow our family.
Comments