Celebrating the positive is all well and good in normal life but throw into the mix the devastation of my first round not working, my body coursing with hormones and all those myriad of other feelings and thoughts, it tends not to lend itself to a positive pathway.
That was me, on the corner of a tiny little seaside town in France outside the pharmacy absolutely losing it and bawling at the unfairness of life…actually, it was the unfairness of IVF drug costs but that had just been the straw that broke the camels back.
After letting me know my negative result, Penny told me to take some time to ‘allow myself to come to terms with the outcome’. Completely ignoring that advice, as I was painfully aware that I had to get onto organising my ‘comeback’ IVF round (remember I had paid for 2 rounds…not quite for the price of one! Haha), I forged ahead with plans and quickly realised that I need to obtain some stimulants.
China and a lot of Asia do not allow single women to partake in fertility treatments and having being in contact with a few clinics in Beijing early on in the year, I had learned that they could only supply stimulants to customers on their IVF programs. Great, just great. The only way to get on these programs was to be married – don’t you just LOVE life sometimes. Ludacrious.
With Serum being on break for the month of August and with Penny out after a hip operation, I was in contact with another gynocologist who told me (in a round about way), that I needed to get ahold of some stimulants, as we would start them asap when my cycle was due.
Panicking I realised that that wouldn’t be able to happen in China, so with only a few days left of Summer vacation and a quick trip back to Athens out of the picture with the clinic closed, I was left with trying to locate some stimulants either online (with a very slim hope of getting them into China), and locating them in France.
Enter into the equation AirFrance’s strike, coinciding directly with my flight to Nice and then to Paris and them not answering any phone numbers in any offices or answering their emails over a period of the 3 days, both on and after the day I received my negative results, I was livid. Not only was it cancelled flights but it was more money out of pocket and 5 hours plus on the phone with calls unanswered.
I cursed the clinic….to me it made perfect sense to tell someone after their first round, who has made it perfectly clear that where they live has a lot of limitations, to maybe consider purchasing some stimulants to take back with them just incase. Apparently that is not the way they think and operate because if they had done that I would have bought some. I mean, why not add a few vials of stimulants to my already drug filled suitcase and carry on. It would not have made a huge difference to me then but the stress that it was causing me now by trying to locate these drugs was two-fold.
My friend being the saint that she is suggested we go down to the local pharmacy and see what they could do. Having searched online already I knew the generic name for Merional – I still don’t get why they have different names for the same, or almost the same, drug in different countries…makes no sense to me. The pharmacy had no idea what I was talking about but after my friend took over and spoke in French and we gave them the generic name, they would be able to get it to the pharmacy the following day (just in time before I flew, on my new Jetstar flight – buggar you AirFrance).
The catch of course was I needed a prescription from my clinic, which I had but it was for Merional, not the French version called Menopur. Ok, I could do this and hopefully we could make it back with the new prescription before 7.30pm.
The second catch – 10 vials would be the equivalent of $3000 New Zealand dollars. By this stage I had had enough. Not only were my eggs shit for some unknown reason, my first round a failure, my finances majorly depleted but now I was being punished for wanting children, something granted so easily to others, by being charged ridiculous prices. In Greece, the stimulants cost E17 per shot. Massive price difference.
I was exhausted. Who the hell was trying to punish me and for what?
At that point I gave up – on the corner of a street, in a little seaside town in France, I bawled my eyes out, pumped full of hormones and grief, on my friends shoulder.
I am so thankful, everyday, for that friend. Without her I have no idea how I would have gotten through those initial first days.
Never underestimate the power of a non-judgmental, tolerant and ‘there through everything’ friend. The kind that knows how to be there and how to help without you saying anything.
Long story short – there was NO way I was paying that amount for these drugs and decided to leave them. It wasn’t worth the financial and emotional stress and if I had to take some more time off to make sure I was in Greece earlier to get the cheaper drugs, then that’s what I would do.
Also, thank god for those following 4 days in Nice – I finally felt like I had had a holiday.