Withdrawal of a different sort.
This past Friday, I withdrew from my IVF cycle. It was supposed to be the first scheduled day of injectibles (not stims, just Lupron, in case you know about IVF protocols), but I’ve been on BCPs for a month. We had planned on a late-August retrieval and transfer, but now we’re out (as Heidi Klum would say). Friday morning we had our phone consult with the Reproductive Immunologist in California, and he confirmed a lot of what I’d suspected: a number of autoimmune issues continue to pop up, and he wants us to start a bunch of new treatments (LIT, IVIG, Humira, Lexapro, Synthroid, in addition to the Lovenox/heparin, dexamethasone, and the progesterone I’ve already been doing during cycles. It will take a minimum of three months to complete some of these treatments that need to be done ahead of time, and the LIT requires a trip or two to Mexico since it’s not offered in this country. The RI did say that I present as a typical recurrent miscarriage patient, and he would conclude from my pathology results on the D&C tissue, that I was carrying a normal “conceptus” that experienced demise at the hands of Natural Killer cells, blood clotting, low leukocyte antibodies, or any combination of the above. So, now, my mind-shift has had to go from not able to get pregnant to not able to keep pregnant. The latter suddenly seems to be the greater problem.
Although all of this is overwhelming, I know that withdrawing from the cycle is the right thing to have done. I’ve been having a lot of localized pain in the lower abdomen, too, and I need to get it checked by my doctor this week. It’s been sort of driving me crazy. It’s just strange now to be heading to 40 in a month or so and know that none of this will be resolved. That was always some sort of cut-off date for me, as if the great gray abyss of the beyond-40 hours was too mysterious to consider planning for.




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