Yesterday was quite the day!
My doctor's appointment was nerve-wracking, good, draining and uplifting, all wrapped into one. I was so scared going in, which isn't like me lately. I was a mess.
So then I learned everything I posted about yesterday.
To answer some of your questions about the blood clotting disorder - my doctor said the test, which his office does all the time for women with recurrent miscarriage and/or family history, costs around $900, and that is for the whole panel. He made it sound like you couldn't just test for MTHFR. Have some of you done this? He said the only time insurance covers the test is after three miscarriages, or sometimes after one or two if you can prove there's family history of it, such as clots, strokes, etc. (of which I have none). He also said that even if I tested positive, that he'd treat me with baby aspirin and folic acid, so he told me I can just start taking it now. His theory is why spend money on the test (which I could never afford anyways) to find out I'm positive, only to treat it the same way? And as for the other methods of treatments, I didn't ask him about them specifically, but he uses folic acid and baby aspirin at his office so I guess that's what I'm going to do for now. Actually, I'm not sure I should bother starting it prior to having surgery.
In the end, he really thinks we're barking up the wrong tree with this, but knows it can't hurt to just go ahead and treat it, so we are. I think he's right (which surprised me, actually). I mean, I have SO much else wrong with me still. It's not like I have unexplained infertility or anything. Maybe after we treat everything else (possible endo, adhesions, etc.), we can start to look to other possible issues. I have prayed and prayed about this for months now, and I feel confident that treating it this way is the right thing to do. We're not ignoring it, but I'm also not spending tons of money on something that might not even be my problem either.
As for surgery, I feel good about it. As good as one can feel about surgery. I just have to have the attitude that it needs to be done, it's going to happen and I'll get through it. For me, the worst part about surgery is worrying that I'll wake up to bad news. That's what happened the first time (that I had stage IV endo and I'd need to come back for a second, open, surgery).
I'm going in for a surgical consult type of appointment in three weeks (the whole process could have been sped up if I could have spoken briefly with the surgeon yesterday like my doctor wanted, but she was busy...oh well). Hopefully, I can then schedule the surgery for sometime in August. My doctor made it sound like I would have it this summer, so I assume it could happen that fast.
After my appointment, we had a quick lunch (in record time - like 29 minutes) at Ryan's favorite restaurant in D.C. Then, we made our way to the National Shrine. We had a great, albeit brief, visit. I had never been there just to look around and pray. Every time we've gone in the past it was for the Mass for Life and there were like 40,000 people there! Not exactly a good time to really experience all it has to offer. This time it was empty and so peaceful. The Marian shrines are just so breathtakingly beautiful! We split up and walked around separately, with Ryan looking for a place to pray (if you remember, we went so he could ask Our Lady to intercede for him to become a father). It ended up that he prayed at the very same shrine that I felt the most moved by as well - Our Lady of Perpetual Help. And, it turns out, we recently were given an image of Our Lady of Perpetual Help by GIMH and her husband, when Ryan became Catholic. It hangs in our living room and we love it, so it is fitting that this is the shrine that spoke to us most.
After the shrine, we headed to Baltimore for the Mets/Orioles game. A friend of Ryan's got us tickets and we had no idea where they'd be. We knew they might be good when we were sent to a special will-call window for those who have gotten tickets from players, umpires and employees. So our tickets said S07, row 1, so we walked down to section 7 and tried to find our seats. But something just wasn't right - there was no row 1, but there was a row A. So I asked an usher and it turned out our seats were in a SUITE! Like a luxury box! That's what the 'S' meant. We were in complete shock. For a night, we got to see how the other half lives and it was SWEET!!
I still can't believe we were in a suite. I know it might sound silly to some, but I freak out when I get good seats down below, and have spent most of my baseball-watching-days in the upper deck. I never thought I'd be in a situation like this, so I was like a little kid! Now I hope I'm not too spoiled!
It really was a great day, and I'm so thankful for all of it. We had an informative appointment (and left with a plan, just like I wanted), a great lunch, some beautiful prayer time, and an amazing and unexpected experience at a baseball game. It was definitely better than I could have imagined!