I have a plan forming in my head.
This is progress, considering the fact that for the past week or so I have been wandering around in a state of dismay and frustration, arguing, and not having a clue where to go next, or what to do. Infertility sucks.
Step 1 of the plan – I emailed my consultant’s secretary. She was away on holiday, but picked up my email on Wednesday. I told her what had happened to my periods in my email, and asked her to speak to the consultant to see what she wanted to do and to get back to me. She has promised to do so, but this is unlikely to be until after christmas, as she is having difficulty getting into the office. Fair enough.
Step 2 of the plan is to email an Asherman’s Guru in Sydney. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, I probably should have seen him whilst I was there, but a) hindsight is a marvellous thing, and b) I couldn’t actually get past a certain GP insisting that I was pregnant when I was living there. A woman, who I discovered on line, lives in Birmingham too, and emailed him for advice when she was diagnosed with Asherman’s. He didn’t seem to mind, and replied to her with advice. She has given me his email address, and I will email him too, to see what he would recommend.
Step 3 of the plan is a bit tricky. I have to have the advice from Mr Asherman’s Guru in my hand, when I then consider my gynae’s response. If they don’t agree; i.e. if she won’t do what he thinks is best, or I’m not happy with her response, I need to seek a second opinion. If they do agree, and/or she’s happy to follow his plan, I’ll see her again.
Step 4: if they don’t agree, it’s second opinion time. The question is – who to see? There are two Asherman’s specialists in the UK, who are both in London. I’d have to see either privately, which would cost money. Lots of it. The other option is that the woman I mentioned previously, was treated successfully, on the NHS, by a chap in Birmingham, whom she has recommended. I could see him. I might well see him. If I can get my head around the fact that he does hysteroscopies in his clinic, and I am really quite concerned about how much that hurts when awake. Considering I DID NOT enjoy having my coil removed… Anyone? Is it that bad?
Step 5 is to have lots of hormones and steroids after surgery.
Step 6 is to be healed. As if by magic, like.
Step 7 is to get pregnant. Probably difficult. But I shall wear orange, and dangle crystals between my ovaries, relax, and go on Location Location Location. Everyone who goes on that gets pregnant.
Step 8 is not to miscarry. Again, very difficult. Must remember to keep a mouldy apple in a jar to prevent miscarriage.
Step 9 is to have a full-term, healthy baby.
Step 10 is to live happily ever after, in the fairy tale that my life will have become if all the above scenarios happen without problem…
I feel a bit better now, having a plan. I was floundering around in a state of “I don’t know what to do and it’s all gone wrong again!” for a while there.
In the meantime, I shall enjoy my christmas, dammit, and I shall not use contraception, and I shall eat lots of mince pies and brownies and try to put back on some of the weight I’ve lost.