By the time I reached 31 years of age I had many things I had to accept regarding my life and I made changes to improve it. Going back to college to complete my studies was a significant change. I endured two surgeries that reduced my chances of conceiving and along with being subjected to many investigative tests to determine if there were even a chance to conceive made me rethink my goals.
“You might have a 30% chance of having children, Rose.” The doc responded when I asked him. “Go home and live your life.”
So, I did.
By the summer of my 31 year I was expecting my first child. All the surgery, heinous treatment, heartache and perseverance paid off.
Last week’s shot really set me on my bottom. I was smacked down ill until Wednesday and couldn’t go to work for those three days. I did have an appointment with the NP on Wednesday, but I was dragging my butt getting there.
I discussed some problems I have been having and running a temperature on Saturday & Sunday and the extreme exhaustion the days following were the topics of discussion. She ordered blood tests, chest xrays (which I had done right then) and pushed to get me in to see an eye specialist. I am having very typical sides.
All I know that every week I stay on this treatment is a gift because things can change so drastically and very quickly and I can be hauled off it for the smallest reason.
With this treatment NOTHING is consistent. Things can go whacky in a hurry.
It’s an absolute miracle that anyone completes it.
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It's a real ass kicker!
It sure takes the wind out of your sails. Having that black cloud of discontinue treatment over your head does not help either. Day by day Rose - it is hard but you can do it.
I agree, the fact that anyone makes it through is amazing considering one never knows what to expect day by day.
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