Hope & heartache
Oct 27, 2021
4 minutes
I arrive at the clinic masked and alone – those are the rules that allow fertility treatment to continue under Level 4 lockdown.
I attempt to keep my distance from everyone, ignoring the other lonely hopefuls, but most importantly ignoring the whirring thoughts in my head.
Today, an embryo is going to be transferred into my uterus, and I’m deliberately dissociating.
We’ve been given just a 10% chance of this, or either of our other two embryos, actually resulting in a baby.
After three years, a surgery for each of us and four failed letrozole (fertility drug) cycles, we’ve put our faith in IVF. Science, we’ve decided, must prevail where timing and trying and patience and even
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