June 2016

June started out with so much hope and so much promise. It was June 2 that I had my second appointment and started PIO. Five days later we transferred. Three-ish weeks later, here we are. It's been a challenging month.

We experienced, we learned, we grieved, we healed. We've grown. They say whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I don't know that the same holds true for fertility treatment. The failures make you more cautious to raise your expectations again. You dare to imagine, to dream, to hope but it's all more guarded and hesitant.

I received a surprise care package from a friend in another city today. The thought-out gift was put together with love and felt like a big hug. Thank you.

June is over and with it ends the fiscal year. It's as arbitrary as a new calendar year, which people use as a benchmark to make resolutions to better their life, so I can mark this too. It's a line in the sand. For me, I'm ready to move on.  I understand that it may be a long road and I'm ready to look forward to what needs to be done to make this work.

Here's to a happy FY17.