The vanishing act

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Water seems to be one of the only things that can calm me – swimming, boating, kayaking and even just being near it.  Thank goodness for the gorgeous Aegean sea.

After an incredible night and 2 days away on Agistri (an insanely gorgeous island 45 minutes by fast ferry aptly named the ‘Flying Dolphin’), doing nothing but tanning myself, reading, eating, walking and swimming (all my favourite things), I was incredible well rested (8 hours sleep! 8 hours sleep!  Straight through….can you believe it!?!?!  First time since the summer!!! That Melatonin is gold!) and mission accomplished…relaxed and distracted.

Then Thursday was here.

The good news – the cyst has done a Houdini act and disappeared.  Vanished.  Vamoosed. Gone.  Apparently the medical term or phrase is ‘it has been absorbed’.  However this did not mean that I could now have stimulants, as the follicles in the left ovary (where the cyst had been residing were way too small…no doubt quashed by  what I came to call the ‘cyst of doom’).

The concerning thing…or maybe upsetting thing…I can’t quite decide (as I try to uphold my serene composure), was the amount of arguments that went on in Greek between the cute doctor (a different one but none the less….super cute….British…what is it with this clinic and cute male doctors?!?!).  Luckily I was used to this one from the summer and he was not my be all and end all perfect specimen…however to use my Nana’s words….I wouldn’t mind having his slippers at the end of my bed…sorry, as I write this I have consumed a few Greek wines!).  Anyway….back to the arguing in Greek…..

They could not decide how to proceed with me as the cyst has caused some delays.  Penny was not present in the clinic that day and the cute doctor was arguing with the experienced mid wife, Sonia, someone I was used to dealing with and who I respected a lot (and probably trusted more, as I had dealt with her a lot more…let’s be real here….more like, she had dealt with me and my needle melt downs)

‘Cute doctor’ had stated that they thought that they could remove the ‘lone ranger’ egg on Saturday and give me stimulants to help the follicle/ egg along but after more heated discussion in Greek, they decided that probably Monday was best in order to let the follicle/egg grow more and the lining thicken without stimulants.  I think all the heated discussion was about the fact that they wanted to do what was best for me, as they know it is only a small chance with this egg and don’t want to take any chances.

I had my first needles since being here – a double whammy – damn it, and I thought that I would escape.  I had to have a blood test for my estrogen levels and a shot of Cetrotide in my belly to help delay ovulation.  There was no tears! Yay me!  However, the Cetrotide made my belly super itchy and red…I googled it…apparently that is normal.

I am back again tomorrow at 10.30am (practically a sleep in) – I am back to daily scans and injections…I have not missed them at all.

I still can’t get over how different this round is from last time.  I am trying to take it day by day and find the hilarity in every day – go the cute (but embarrassing doctors).

The accommodation I moved to, that is closer to the clinic, is awesome – super retro and funky and close to lots of cafes, hidden restaurants and the metro.  Close enough to be convenient but far enough away to give me space which is great.

Now, off to dream of Agisitri and hope my scan tomorrow goes well.

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Au natural

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A bit of fig ice cream and the gorgeousness of the Plaka alleyways and shops is enough to make anyone feel like they can escape reality

This time round everything felt different. Staying in Plaka meant that I could venture out and go for walks around the alleys and streets, enjoying the touristy and local vibe, eating myself silly and enjoying that amazing coffee. I am more into savoury things than sweet, however if I would have been born in Greece I am not so sure – the incredible sweet offerings are amazing from sticky baklava, to their chocolate croissants, to frozen cream filled Greek-style cannoli, to the incredible lemon pies. Yum!

I had a massive appreciation for Athens and it’s grittiness and funkiness that I had not been able to experience last time. It could be that I was more relaxed, it could be the area I was staying or maybe the way I prepared (having a sort of ‘mini’ holiday before I moved apartments closer the clinic). Whatever it was, I was noticing more, seeing things clearly and truly enjoying life. I shopped, smiled, browsed, discovered, walked and became an accidental tourist many times over.

Doing these things and feeling this way made waiting for that appointment a whole lot easier and when Monday morning rolled around, despite the early awakening (jet lag and dogs), I was very calm and ready for whatever news the scan bought me.

I had resisted googling ovarian cysts and what that meant for an IVF round however at the last minute I decided it was probably better to know and prepare myself. I looked up a couple of things and knowing not to scare monger myself, limited it to ‘well ok but that’s not the same as me’ or ‘enough, I will find out more tomorrow, no point worrying until I know’.

Melina (the amazing driver from the airport), arrived before time and took me to my appointment, all the while making me swear to contact her to let her know I was ok and the exact time I would do the transfer etc so she could send positive energy at that time.

I didn’t have to wait too long and I was back in my favourite cubicle…sans my lovely wrap around….go the skirt….my new favourite IVF accessory (thank god I had brought two)!  I was whisked in and sitting on the examination seat, legs up, when  I was startled as the door opened and in walked an extremely good looking guy. Now, when I say good looking….I mean….phwaor!!! I couldn’t even look him in the eye, I directed every comment and speech to Penny.  I still can’t even recollect his name, as to me he was an almost perfect specimen (by my standards anyway!).  I had never gone so red in my life.  You have to remember that I live in China and my ‘type’ does not exist there at all, not even in the expats, so for me this was amazing….amazing but mortifying!!!

Basically in short, I came out extremely relieved.  I could go ahead with this cycle (I got that without looking at the hot doctor with his hands sticking a phallic shaped thing up my…well, you get the picture).

Unfortunately the cyst was still well and truly there (very dominant….poos!), and my right ovary was now only showing 1 follicle.  Because of this they decided that any kind of stimulant would risk the one chance I have of getting an egg turing into a cyst, so now it was a completely natural cycle for me. No needles, no crazy mood altering hormones, nothing (well, that wasn’t quite the case but that’s what I was initially lead to believe).

My lining was still too thin, so I had to wait until Thursday to go back and have another scan in the hopes that my lining will be thicker and ready to go – AKA accept an embryo!

It was all super weird to me as this is so different to last time and the daily scans and stimulants.  It is incredible how bodies work, you would assume that what happened the first time would be what happened the next…apparently this was another thing I had to abruptly learn.

I was going to have to further preoccupy myself until Thursday morning (9am), in the hope that my egg would stick around.  If it did, when they removed the egg they would aspirate the cyst at the same time – essentially killing 2 birds with one stone and saving me a whole lot of discomfort.

I was extremely elated that there was still a chance that this cycle was not a bust and that there was still a small chance that this could work.  As always, staying extremely positive and having booked a night away on a Greek island to feel a bit normal and to relax and distract myself, was exactly what I needed.

Second time around

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My airbnb with a view of the Acropolis and a jacuzzi! Infertility heaven!

I always knew that the second time around would be different but I was not prepared for how much easier it was….well, day 1 that is.

Leading up to heading back to Athens for my second round was crazy busy but to be honest in my job and life -what’s new?  Working right up until the day I left gave me routine, consistency and a busy-ness that I did not have in my previous round, as it had been in the middle of summer holidays.  I still stick to my guns on the fact that I really did everything I could to minimise the stress and overthinking but going into this round I could fell the difference.

Maybe it was the busy-ness, maybe it was the acupuncture, maybe it was the counselling, or maybe I had just got my head in to a better space….whatever it was, I was just super glad.

The day I left I held it together nicely and felt incredibly loved and supported with so many well wishers dropping by my class or leaving messages for me.  It wasn’t until I had to wait 30 minutes in the bank to pay my electricity bill with nothing else to do, that it all hit me like a tonne of bricks….Holy shit, I’m going to do this all over again!  The panic rushed in- my heart raced and I suppose technically it was probably a mini panic attack.  Managing to get it under control with some tough love, I was able to push through it and with the distraction of a dinner date with a friend pre flight and the fact that I had managed to procrastinate packing (a very un-Amy thing to do, which I now realise was on purpose….at the time I thought I was just being either laid back or lazy! lol), I managed to calm down.

The airport was the craziest I had ever seen it and apart from a quick stop at Starbucks for a tea, I had no time for anything else and was on the plane.  Despite not having slept through the night since being back and not managing more than 6 hours sleep (I usually can only function on 8), I was out like a light and in and out of consciousness for a good 4-5 hours.  Major win for me.  Istanbul’s quick change and hideous lines, got me straight on the next flight and again I was out to it, arriving in Athens early with my bag making it all the way through and was the first one out.

My Airbnb host had been amazing and had organised a driver to take me to my appointment straight away , wait for me and then bring me to the apartment.I forgot what Greek people are like and a smiling woman greeted me with a hug and then straight away, after saying she had bad English, began to talk my ear off and worriedly asked me what was wrong that I needed to go to the hospital.  I have since realised that it was not a Maria thing (my Airbnb host from last time) but a Greek thing.  They are the most caring, non-judgemental, passionate people – they are incredible.  I need to either move here or marry into a Greek family!

I was early to my appointment and dare I say it, it was almost like coming home.  I even gave the driver directions to the clinic.  I walked in like I had never left, had a bit of banter with the receptionist, feeling like ‘old-hat’, as I looked around the waiting room at the nervous faces.

Feeling ‘old-hat’ meant that when I waited 40 minutes I wasn’t surprised or bothered and when I was asked to change in the operating room, as they were super busy and needed to get me done quick, it did not phase me.  A stark contrast to the last time I was in that position.  When I was asked to confirm that I was doing a’Natural Supported Cycle’, I knew exactly what that meant.

My favourite skimpy wrap around cloth on and in came Penny, just another day back at the clinic for her, so no big reaction to me being there.  It was down to business, or should i say, all up in my business.

My right ovary had decided to come to the party this time and had 1 (13mm) follicle and a half. Yippee.  They made sure I saw that, as last time the right ovary was not so excited to produce anything.

Next we looked at the left ovary and she asked me to tell her what I was seeing.  It was a big and very clear follicle.  I got excited.  That was incredibly short lived.  Turns out, it really wasn’t such good news, it was too big which meant that is was probably an ovarian cyst.  Crap!

This then meant that if they gave me stimulants there could be too many risks – one, that it would over stimulate and burst and two, that it would compromise my other egg.  Not having stimulants means that my chance to grow that half follicle in the right ovary is pretty much gone.  I now had to wait until Monday at 8.45am (it was Saturday at 10.30am), to see how this cyst was going and to maybe investigate more which could mean a cancellation of my cycle. Crappyity crap crap.

Choosing not to worry until I had to, after a phone call to my parents, it was off to my Airbnb.

They had rushed the cleaning for me and I was able to have access straight away to the house – which was insanely amazing by the way – stunning balcony, view of the acropolis and a spa on the balcony!!!  Just what I needed for those first few days….to feel a bit of normalcy in this ‘not so normal’ situation.

So, it was off to play tourist and wander the streets for the next few days, spending money to make myself feel better, stumbling across ancient ruins and soaking up the sun on that balcony.