My R.E. wanted to see at least 10-12 follicles today. He expected to see even more.
But there are six. Just six.
He said, "Well, I guess now we know what the problem is."
I couldn't think. I couldn't form a question. I don't know what that means.
Today, my R.E. also lost his medical license. He made a grave error five years ago, perhaps he deserves it. I am too buried in grief to care.
I'm considering giving up. Today.
I can't stop shaking.