Unsurprisingly, my last cycle ended as predictably as ever. My period arrived on 11dpo. The only surprising thing about this is that apparently my capacity for self-delusion knows no bounds. Allowing myself to believe that this is going to happen for us is clearly misguided at best and lunacy at worst.
Surprisingly, the crushing disappointment of failure led us to actually have The Talk.
What we agree on:
- we don’t want to give up yet
- we accept that the chances of success are small
- we won’t be doing IVF
- we need intralipids
- we will make a last ditch effort
So. Where does this leave us? Intralipids are still a rarity in Australia.
For a long time I have known of only one doctor in the whole country who was prepared to do IVIG/intralipids. Let’s call him Dr Last Resort. He is not part of a fertility clinic and is not an RE per se. He is an ob/gyn with an interest in reproductive immunology who will give you a protocol whilst your pursue your treatment cycle elsewhere. He is located in Sydney, which is accessible from Small City. I know that he has had success with difficult cases. Win all round.
In the course of my research, I have now found out there are at least two other doctors, both attached to fertility clinics, who are using intralipids.* (Compare with two years ago, when I could not find anyone except Dr Last Resort). One of them sounds great, the other not so great. Both are very far away. I am considering them as back up options. I am also looking into whether there are any available doctors in Small City who will consider treatment with intralipids.
You may wonder why we are going to all this trouble. After six years, we have tried it all. I have tried aspirin, clexane, progesterone, prednisone, vitamins and minerals of all types at one time or another, often lots of these together. We have almost reached the end. Intralipids is the only thing we haven’t tried. I have read so many success stories. We feel that this is what we have to do before we give up for good.
3. Other people
I am fed up with people in the workplace asking me whether I have children. No, I do NOT have children. Have I ever spoken about any children? No. Do I know when the school holidays start and end? I do not. Do I ever talk about childcare or the school run? Certainly not. Do I dissect in excruciating detail the wonders of Mother’s Day? Do I even MENTION Mother’s Day? I would rather stick a fork in my eye. So, dear colleagues, I ask you to draw your own conclusions based on common sense and leave me the hell alone.
* If you are in Australia and need to know who these doctors are, please e-mail me. I would be more than happy to share this information with you.