So I was devastated at receiving not even a personal e-mail from my doctor to explain why she was no longer working there. It’s such a personal journey and you’re left feeling like, now what?
I decided not to judge, as I didn’t know what was going on in her life, we all have our “stuff”.
Having chatted to some friends who had recently had babies through means of fertility treatments, I was recommended a really great hospital and I found an awesome, compassionate doctor.
His first advice was, if we don’t know what’s happening inside you, it’s difficult to know what our steps should be. So he suggested a laparoscopy, a tiny scope they put through your belly button to see if everything is working inside and a Hysteroscopy.
“What is diagnostic hysteroscopy?
Diagnostic hysteroscopy is used to diagnose problems of the uterus. Diagnostic hysteroscopy is also used to confirm results of other tests, such as hysterosalpingography (HSG). HSG is an X-ray dye test used to check the uterus and fallopian tubes.” Read more here.
The lead up to this event was not fun, and definitely not fun for my husband. The not knowing, the waiting and the fear of ‘what if” drives you crazy. I became a little edgy and snappy and more and more scared the closer we got to operation day. I couldn’t focus on anything, always having the operation in the back of my mind.
But before I new it I was lying on the operating bed, I could feel the surge of anesthetic racing, hot through my body, and quickly I was asleep.
Waking up groggy, it was so great to see my husband – but we had to wait a little while before the doctor came, me drifting in and out of sleep. I’d been in 2 1/2 hours, so we knew there had been some operating or “fixing” involved.
Turns out both my tubes were blocked. My doctor had cut and opened them with metal rings. What a relief! Something was wrong, and it had been fixed … it was positive news indeed!
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