Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Confusion


This July Richard and I will have been married ten years.  This August will mark nine years since we started trying to have a baby.  I never imagined this is where I would be nine years later…childless. We tried on our own at first.  After about six months, our OBGYN put me on Clomid.  I had very little response, so he did a sperm test on Richard.  He finally told me that he was referring us to a specialist in Birmingham.  Several tests later, we were ready for our first cycle. My response was not great, and the day of the IUI they discovered that something had drastically impacted Richard’s sperm count in a very short amount of time.  The doctor said that my chances didn’t look good, but sometimes miracles happen, so she went ahead with the IUI.  Of course, it didn’t work. 

Richard went to see a doctor who discovered that he had a varicose vein and had to have surgery…a varicocelectomy.  He went to specialists, and we waited.  The stress was so much on me that I said that we should just take a break, so we took a break for five years.  Knowing that we were going to have to spend lots of money on something that wasn’t definite was hard for me to wrap my brain around.  I took time to study God’s word and read and memorize every piece of scripture that I could find that pertained to our situation.  I started a Bible study/support group at church called Hannah’s Hope.  I wanted to reach out to other women who were going through the same thing.  I met some great women, increased my faith, and drew closer to God. It also gave me time to get my mind off everything.  God could make me pregnant without medicine.  He’s the great physician, so we stopped seeing doctors and tried on our own for five years, but it didn’t work.  I knew we needed to go back to the doctor, but I couldn’t bring myself to face it.  Finally, a dear friend gave us $500 and told us to make an appointment, so we did.

We started that first summer and did two IUI’s.  It was all we could do because I just couldn’t miss work.  We kept toying around with my meds, but neither response was ideal, and the IUI’s didn’t work.  Nine months later, we decided to try two more IUI’s.  We tried different meds, but my response wasn’t ideal.  Neither IUI worked.  It was at that point that we decided that I would have to continue throughout the year.  We had to be more aggressive.  I had recently turned thirty-six, and time wasn’t on my side.  The doctor and I decided that he should do exploratory surgery to make sure there wasn’t anything going on internally.  I had my surgery in October.  There were no problems.  I had a couple of polyps and such a mild case of endometriosis that it was barely stage I.  He lasered out what he found and cleaned me up.  He said that there was nothing going on internally that would keep me from conceiving. 

I was ready for my first treatment in November.  When I went in for my ultrasound, the nurse found a 4 cm cyst.  I had to take birth control pills for a month.  I went in at the beginning of January for my next treatment.  A sweet friend had sold me two boxes of Gonil F that she had leftover from her treatments.  It just felt like a God thing, medicine was placed in my lap.  However, it didn’t work.  Since the beginning of our journey, I’ve tried to keep a positive outlook on things, keeping the faith, but for some reason, I felt very depressed after that failed IUI.  I didn’t understand, and I felt so certain it would work, yet I had the worse response I’ve ever had. I’m resilient, so I bounced back after a couple of weeks, ready to go through it all over again. 

Then the greatest miracle of all happened.  A very dear friend from Dothan gave me all of her leftover meds from her previous cycles.  She gave me thousands of dollars worth of meds.  What a God thing!  I was so excited.  God had truly blessed us.  I went in for my ultrasound to get ready for my next cycle (it was on my birthday), and I had another cyst, almost as large as the last one.  I had to wait again.  This time I decided to stay on the birth control for a couple of extra weeks so I could visit with my family during Spring Break. After Spring Break, I went in for my ultrasound.  I still had a cyst, but it was too small to be concerned about.  I was ready for my cycle.  I just knew that this would be the one.  God had sent that medicine to me through a sweet friend.  I had the best response I’ve ever had.  It was a God thing. I just knew that this was the time I would finally get pregnant.  It was a done deal. 

After nine years and approximately 108 failed pregnancy attempts, you’d think that I would be used to it.  It’s hard to tell if you are pregnant while being on all these meds.  The progesterone pills you take mimic pregnancy symptoms/period symptoms, the typical stuff like cramping, bloating, sore boobs.  So, on Thursday, April 24th, I knew something was wrong when I woke up that day and all symptoms were gone and zits covered my face.  Then I began spotting like I do every single time.  It was at that moment that I knew I wasn’t pregnant, just like all the other times. That night, I lay in bed crying.  I didn’t want Richard to know, so I hid it from him.  He kept asking me why my nose was stopped up, but he had no clue that I was crying and hurting and angry.

Depression is not what I felt this time.  I was angry at God.  I felt let down.  Why? Why did you let me get my hopes up?  Why did you send medicine to me only for it not to work?  Why did you let me have my best results ever only to find out that I’m not pregnant?  Why does your word say that with faith the size of a mustard seed, you can move mountains?  I have faith, at least mustard-size faith.  Why does your word say that nothing is impossible with God, yet this seems to be an impossible feat?  Why did you say you would give me the desires of my heart?  Why? WHY? WHY!!!!!! Do you hear my prayers?  Do you hear the people praying for me?  Do you even care?

I know those sound like horribly selfish things to say, but I am human.  Even though I know God hears my prayers and cares, I was hurting…am hurting.  I was ready to quit and throw in the towel.  Richard and I sat and talked about what to do.  The money is running out.  The stress and frustration are unbearable.  Maybe we should just quit. 

As I scanned through Twitter and Facebook, it seemed that every post I saw was aimed at me:  “Just because you can’t see it yet, doesn’t mean it’s not on its way.”  “Get your fire back.  It’s not over until God says it’s over.  Start believing again.  Start dreaming again.  Start pursuing what God put in your heart.”  Okay, God, I get your point.  It’s not time for me to give up.  Every single time I think it’s time to quit, something tells me not to.

I’m not angry at God anymore, but I still don’t understand.  But, in the wise words of Steven Curtis Chapman, “God is God and I am not.” I don’t always get his plan.  I don’t understand why he has allowed us to go through this.  All I know is that I have to keep on going and trusting him.  There has to be some reason for all of this, and one day soon I will know that reason.  Sometimes I get depressed, sometimes I get angry with God, sometimes I question God, sometimes I feel like I’m losing my faith in God; but don’t worry.   There is nothing wrong with my relationship with Christ.  I am human, but in my heart of hearts, I hear the voice of reason (the Holy Spirit), and I snap out of my funk.  

It is no secret that my insurance is maxed out, no more drug coverage.  I can do one more IUI, and then insurance won’t cover those anymore.  They only cover eight of them.  Richard and I can afford to do about three more treatments and that is it.  After that, I don’t know what we will do.  Maybe we can find some money or maybe we’ll have to take out a loan and try to adopt, if that’s even an option.  I don’t know if you can get a loan for that.  I don’t know anymore.  Right now I’m stressed about the storm damage to my house and figuring out how to pay the deductible and worried about what insurance will or will not pay for.  Trying to figure out how to pay for that and how to pay for fertility treatments at the same time is a nightmare.

Here I go again.  I’ll spend the month of May on birth control, trying to shrink that stupid cyst that won’t go away.  I’ll repeat my yearly tests, the ones that test me for every disease known to man.  Then I’ll meet with the doctor and proceed with the next plan, which will probably include outrageously expensive meds.  It’s just another waiting game.

There comes a point when you’ve said all that you can say to God.  There is nothing left.  I’ve prayed every prayer.  I’ve walked in faith.  I’ve begged and pleaded.  He knows.  Just pray for us.  There has to be something good just around the corner.  There just has to be.

Friday, April 4, 2014

The Waiting Game

I've been quiet for a while, not because anything is particularly wrong. I've
just been very busy, so let me take this time to get you all caught up.  I went to the doctor on my
birthday, February 21st, excited and ready to start my next cycle. When they did
my ultrasound, they found another 4cm cyst. I didn't even get upset. I just
shook my head and left, prepared to wait it out again. They put me on birth
control in the hopes of shrinking the cyst.

I've been playing the waiting game. I was on birth control for about five/six weeks
so I could get through Spring Break without having to go to the doctor, and that was probably the greatest decision I've made.  I needed a break.  I needed to get refreshed and rejuvenated, and seeing my family and going to the beach was just what I needed. Sometimes you just have to step away from it all for just a while. 

 I had to get the birth control out of my system and start my period before I could go back to the doctor, so I finally went back to the doctor today to do my ultrasound. Everything was fine; however, I still have a very small cyst on my right ovary. It just doesn't seem to want to go away, but it was so small that it doesn't matter. I can still start my meds and continue on with my next cycle.

I'm not going to get into specific dates, just because I would like to have some type of privacy.  I don't want people to ask me when I'm taking my pregnancy test and if I'm pregnant.  Sharing that news with everyone and people actually being surprised would be an absolute thrill for me, so I don't want to ruin that by telling people too much, but just know that I will be starting a new cycle of meds this month and will then have an IUI. I will have to wait two weeks and take a pregnancy test.

I really need your prayers. Pray specifically that I respond very well to this medicine, and thank God for replenishing my eggs when you pray. Pray for me to have a stress-free month. It is no secret that I have been really stressed out this year. Stress is not helpful when trying to get pregnant. Pray that things will go smoothly for me at work. Also, please pray that I will stop having cysts. Most importantly, pray that I get pregnant this time, and thank God for answering my prayers. 

I have peace.  I always do.  I know that God is in control.  He wouldn't bring me this far to leave me empty handed.  He has placed people in our life who have blessed us financially, people who have blessed us with thousands of dollars in medicine, and people who have prayed for us without end.  There is a reason for all of this.  I don't always understand why we've had to deal with infertility, but one day all the puzzle pieces will fit, and I will see God's perfect plan and how it all came together.

Thanks for your prayers and support,

Shatisa