Thursday, 19 March 2015

Stages of Infertility

It occurred to me today that an infertility diagnosis has some things in common with other more serious medical diagnoses. No, I won't die, but my hopes and dreams certainly got a terminal blow. Nearly 50 years ago, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross developed a theory of death and dying, describing the stages she observed in terminal patients. You might be familiar with these five stages. They are more commonly known as stages of grief, although they were never based on grief and grieving in general, but they work well, so long as you don't expect them to follow in strict sequence:

I still have a lot of denial. It's the shred of hope that my diagnosis was one of "err on the side of treatment" - meaning where I lived at the time, a bilateral blockage would get me approved for IVF and a unilateral blockage would leave me with nothing. I saw my tubal patency test live, I saw ambiguous spillage from one side, as did my OB who performed my test, so I was pretty shocked when she delivered the official diagnosis - the radiologist had signed off "no spillage". That was it, end of story, off you go for IVF. I still hold on to that denial. If I accepted it, then knowing I'm not going to have any further IVF rounds, I really should get rid of ALL the maternity items. But I can't seem to do that. Denial.

I have been angry at times with various people, particularly those I might hold responsible for the delay in diagnosis. Most of these are doctors, a system in which there is a 5-6 month wait to see an OBGYN, male GPs who don't know seem to know anything about reproduction or female anatomy, and of course my husband for wanting to wait. The simple reality though is that no one caught the infection, I delayed seeking treatment when I had pain, and I took a job and moved before I could get in to see another OBGYN about it. Then I spent 3 years living somewhere that the diagnosis wouldn't have mattered because IVF would not have been an option. The fact that we weren't really trying during those three years didn't matter, and when I moved again, at most it would have sped things up by six months. So not a lot of time is spent on Anger, but it pops up now and then.

I haven't done this recently, but I made all kinds of strange bargains, especially during the IVF cycles. Like when I committed to flossing my teeth every day, without fail, if it would work. And I did, every day, until the day it was officially a bust. It gives a sense of control, even if it's false.

Oh there are loads of days when the depression comes back. You have to be ready for them, before they suck you down that hole.

I'm not here yet. In Kubler-Ross' stages of dying theory, acceptance wasn't about giving up, but if you've been bargaining or trying things that won't work because you're in denial, then acceptance can be understood as simply that, you accept the reality of the situation, it is what it is. At some point I will have to accept that my tubes are useless, my uterus might even be a scarred mess, and my eggs are all old and stale and useless. But I'm back taking CoQ10 for my eggs, Chinese herbs for the one ambiguous tube, prenatal vitamins "just incase" and considering finding a new doctor for a more thorough investigation of my insides. Clearly I've looped back around to Denial.

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