It was fantastic to read on Shannon's blog that her efforts to treat her infertility holistically have reaped rewards, namely a reduction of her FSH from 50 to 6.2 (post-menopausal to fertile and normal!). Contrast that with my visit to my GP today who congratulated my weight loss and consequent reduction in blood pressure but wouldn't entertain the notion that POF can be reversed in this way, and not even for the tiniest percentage of afflicted ladies.
I managed to convince her to give me a blood test to see how my FSH is doing, and she casually added a thyroid test when I started on about the fact that no-one has ultrasounded me, checked my bones, tested me for autoimmune disorders or any of these things. Her viewpoint is that the pill would solve everything for me, why would I even want HRT?
I decided not to tell her about the DHEA as that would just inflame her opinion further nor did I ask for the specialist that I wished to be referred to as she was only interested in referring me to the same gynaecologist who wanted the next conversation to be about egg donation.
Once I've had the blood test though, we will have another conversation until I get what I want. I'm afraid I do believe in "miracles" that happen once you treat the cause of your affliction holistically, rather than randomly throwing overly strong medication to plaster over the effects.
Wednesday 18 May 2011
Thursday 12 May 2011
Take another little piece of my heart
Yesterday my 94 year old uncle lost his valiant fight with pneumonia, fighting to do what he wanted as he always did throughout his life right until the very end. We will miss him greatly and grief, my now lifelong friend, has popped in for an open ended stay as expected this time.
Despite on the face of it knowing that at 94 he'd enjoyed "a good innings" as we do in the UK, cricket-loving nation that we are, the reaction is no different than it would have been had he been a much younger age. In fact he's the oldest relative or friend I've known to pass away, the youngest being 12 many years ago - but this doesn't make the loss any easier. He was a father, brother, uncle and grandfather and its those relationships that define the sense of loss, not their age.
As he was a blood relative, this makes the grief much rawer especially in relation to POF. It's at times like these that I most feel the need to biologically procreate, not to replace the lost relative, but to extend family by adding a new relationship and completing a circle of life somehow. Instead, whenever a much loved family member passes away, I feel I've lost another part of myself, another piece of my heart that is me, my essence, my soul, my very core of being.
Bless you Uncle Bill - you will be sorely missed xx
Despite on the face of it knowing that at 94 he'd enjoyed "a good innings" as we do in the UK, cricket-loving nation that we are, the reaction is no different than it would have been had he been a much younger age. In fact he's the oldest relative or friend I've known to pass away, the youngest being 12 many years ago - but this doesn't make the loss any easier. He was a father, brother, uncle and grandfather and its those relationships that define the sense of loss, not their age.
As he was a blood relative, this makes the grief much rawer especially in relation to POF. It's at times like these that I most feel the need to biologically procreate, not to replace the lost relative, but to extend family by adding a new relationship and completing a circle of life somehow. Instead, whenever a much loved family member passes away, I feel I've lost another part of myself, another piece of my heart that is me, my essence, my soul, my very core of being.
Bless you Uncle Bill - you will be sorely missed xx
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