Originally posted September 28, 2016.
My HSG appointment was earlier today. It was a rough one.
The doctor went over the results of the test afterward and he basically laid out that our chances of conceiving were not very good. Even worse, the chance that if we WERE able to conceive, there is about a 50/50 chance it would be an ectopic (aka tubal) pregnancy. Basically, one fallopian tube is “irreparably damaged” and the other is kinda deformed. (Salpingitis isthmica nodosa, that’s the clinical term for what is going on with my right fallopian tube.) He said he would suggest we not try naturally conceiving as it would be high risk for ectopic pregnancy. He suggested we go straight to IVF… which, for those who have not been “fortunate” enough to experience the crap-hole of infertility, is about a $15,000 procedure with a 60% success rate.
I feel so defeated.
I called J as soon as I got to the car and I basically broke down. I told him it was bad news, but I didn’t mention the specifics. I told him we’d discuss tonight. I could hear the mixture of sorrow and pity in his voice and it crushed me. I feel like a failure. I feel broken… in so many ways. I feel hollow. And I feel confused… shocked. I’m still wearing my hospital bracelet. I need it to remind me that this is real life and this really just happened.
All I’ve ever wanted was to be a mother and nurture life and build a family. It’s absolutely gut-wrenching to feel like I may never obtain that now.
I don’t know where to go from here…
We could really use your prayers in this difficult time.
Until next time…