A week ago I was just getting out of the hospital, terrified of eating, and still a little sore.
I was also pretty confident we’d be celebrating our first female president on Wednesday.
Shit happens – usually when you least expect it.
While I’m not at all excited about the outcome of the election (I’m sad, and scared for families that don’t look like mine) I am taking comfort in every spiteful Joe Biden meme I see, and proudly wearing my safety pin.
One little bright spot, at least for me, was the news that my sudden bout of pancreatitis did NOT mean that my frozen cycle needed to be cancelled. My RE suggested pushing everything back five days to give me time to recover.
A week later, transfer day is fast approaching, and I finally feel like my old self again.