Today we said goodbye to the staff at the fertility clinic we've been going to since last summer. They have seen a lot of me (no inappropriate pun intended) over the last year. And I (and my checkcard) have definately seen them more than I wanted to. But today was my last visit. I didn't even get to see my doctor because he was in the OR. I just went in for my last lupron depot injection and that was it. They gave me a copy of my charts (that I hope I never have to show anyone) and said I am on my own now. The nurse told me that the medicine from this last injection should stay in my body for about 3 months, so I guess I will be hot-flashing and gaining weight until Thanksgiving. I will have a lot to be thankful for when they stop, that's for sure. So as we said goodbye, I felt a tinge of sadness. Not because I'm going to miss the treatments and shots, but because I had hoped that when we left the clinic for good, it would be because we had a successful pregnancy and no longer needed their services. But unfortunately we are leaving as empty-handed as we were when began this journey. Our checkbook is a lot emptier, but not as much as our hearts.
I planned on ending this post with those sad words, but hopefully that is not the end of the story. We have some hope that the combination of the lap surgery and these injections will destroy the endometriosis that is plaguing my body and preventing me from conceiving. I know the Lord has good things in store for us.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.