Nearly Xmas

Well, would you believe it... Our appointment with the Fertility Doc was cancelled!

Sometimes I really do feel like the universe is trying to not so subtly suggest we aren't meant to have kids! So it has been rescheduled for a month later. In the meantime, we did receive the bills from our blood tests... ouch!
Just to keep us busy inbetween appointments, my husband had yet another cancer scare... down there!
This time it was a possibility of skin cancer... on his sack... WTF! I guess you don’t need direct sun exposure to get MELANOMA... lesson for everyone!
After 3 trips to the clinic,  3 nasty chunks of skin cut out, 5 stiches and a few weeks of sickening stress... all is fine!

 Yes, the universe certainly does have a sense of humour... problem is... I’m not laughing!

Lost period... found :(

So my husband and I have been TTC for nearly 2 years.
We had everything planned out so well... married by 30, kids soon after...
but alas, this was not meant to be.
My husband's TESTICULAR CANCER threw a rather large spanner in the works, coupled with my PCOS.  Naturopath - tick, homeopath - tick, charting - tick, zinc, folate, ovulation microscope thingy - tick tick tick.
Now it is time we move on... Our next appointment at the fertility clinic is next week. I had such a huge fantasy of getting there, putting my hand on the Doctors shoulder and saying:
"Thank you so very much for all your help, but we wont be requiring your services after all".
But my period arrived today... a week late and meaner than ever :(

All clear!

So we have been given the all clear for another year!
I just wish the Oncologist didn't have to be such a dick about it...
We are obviously stressed, worried and only there to find out if the cancer is back or not... I don't want to discuss business, the weather or life in general.

On another note, yesterday we had our PRE-IVF blood tests.
So those results, along with the ULTRASOUND I had 2 weeks ago will determine the drugs and hormones I shall be injecting myself with.

Speaking of the ultrasound... I really wish I had read the information letter better!
I remembered to drink lots of water, but I was not expecting the nurse to be lubbing up a giant dildo camera!

Worst week of the year

So this week sucks big time...
Every year around this time I find out if we are going to live happily ever after... or if our lives will change forever.
You see... nearly three years ago my husband was diagnosed with testicular cancer.
Tomorrow we have our annual visit with the Oncologist to see if the cancer is back or if we can exhale and get on with our lives for another year.
I feel sick to the stomach.
I can't concentrate.
I'm trying not to cry.
Will let you know how it goes...