I attended a group session with our fertility clinic a couple of years ago to provide feedback on their service and what improvements could be made.
I shared a view on how I felt clinic appointments were scheduled for staff convenience, rather than patient focused. I gave an example of how I had a very flexible job but for certain appointments the clinic insisted they only took place at times where I had to be at work and therefore required permission from my manager to attend. My preference would have been to avoid sharing the details of my personal life with my colleagues, which would have been necessary to secure the time off to attend the clinic. Continue reading I do not want to talk to you about my fertility treatment
You may remember the infamous toilet scene from Trainspotting where our hero Renton finds himself so desperate for a hit that he resorts to some opium suppositories. What follows is three minutes of every germaphobe’s worst public toilet nightmare. Sure take a look:
Continue reading IVF Diary: Pavlov’s Dog
When I wrote a post called Thinking About Another Baby nearly four years ago, I had no idea that I would end up here, telling you the story of our first IVF cycle. Continue reading IVF Diary: Eye of the Tiger
It has taken me a long time to write this. A really long time.
Before we started down the road of assisted fertility treatment, I had great intentions of documenting our IVF journey*.
Even if I didn’t publish it, I was sure that I would definitely write it all down, to have a record of that time to look back on – hopefully with fondness after a successful end – but also as a form of therapy. In the past I have found writing has really helped me to process strong emotions. But not this time. Continue reading Dear IVF diary