May 6, 2021
I didn’t think it would be possible to have a day that was even more of a whirlwind than yesterday, but I think Thursday takes the cake. Cory and I had a call with Dr. Hollins, a fertility specialist in the town over. She’s the fertility specialist we were referred to by Lisa and she was extremely nice. She definitely sympathized with our situation and said that she was cautiously optimistic that she would be able to help us. She was going to do some research to see if she could find the right quick start protocol for IVF so that we could hopefully do egg retrieval in about a week.
That sounded crazy to me, like some kind of Hail Mary of hope in the midst of a shitty situation.
We hung up with Dr. Hollins and she called back about an hour later sounding pretty excited. She said she found a protocol that she thought would work for us and that her nurse would be in touch shortly to start setting up plans/appointments. Sure enough, nurse Donna called about an hour later and asked if I could be at their clinic in an hour for a kickoff appointment. I called my boss, took a quick shower, grabbed a to-go lunch from the sweetest husband in the world (thank you, Cory) and hit the road. I arrived about 15min. late, but I was there, and we were doing this.
I had an internal ultrasound and then the nurse practitioner, Michelle, spent the afternoon (probably 2.5-3hrs) talking through every aspect, in great detail, of my medical history, family history, prognosis and ultimately the quick start IVF protocol. She walked me through how to mix the medication, administer the meds, helped me to do my first injections by myself; it was a lot. A lot more than I had anticipated when waking up this morning. We were charging ahead with fertility preservation, and so long as everything went well - we were hoping for an egg retrieval surgery a week from Friday (5/14). That’s CRAZY!?
This was definitely God, once again showing up, making a way, carrying us through. Renewing hope. I can’t imagine not being able to have more little carbon copies of my sweet husband running around our lives. We had been planning on starting to try again for baby #2 this summer, our hearts were set on it, so this diagnosis broke our hearts and hopes in so many ways. It robbed us of our dreams and plans for the future. But this day, I walked away feeling hopeful once again.
I know that there’s no guarantee this will work, and we have one shot at this - and if it doesn’t work this week, then we have to let it go. We have to walk away and move on to chemo treatment. But we are both choosing to be cautiously optimistic and believe in this chance.
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