Doctor #2

In an interesting turn of events, I recently had a consult with Dr. C, who is trained in surgical NaPro.  (random opening in his schedule...fortunately he's within driving distance)  After going over my history and test results, he gave me the plan:  laparoscopy, hysteroscopy, endometrial biopsy, and HSG (to flush out the fallopian tubes) all in one day.  I will be blissfully unconscious the whole time.  (That is really best for all those involved.)  He said he will be prepared to deal with whatever he finds—if there is a polyp, it will removed; if there is endometriosis, it will be lasered out.  He was rather cheerful and almost enthusiastic about it—kind of like a coach motivating his team with the game plan.

Just when I thought it was time to go, he decided he should do a pelvic exam.  I was so close to getting away without it.  As he was leaving the room so I could change into the gown, he asked very nonchalantly if he could do the endometrial biopsy today. 

What I was thinking: "How on earth are you going to get that sample?  That requires going through the cervix...  Can't you do it during the surgery while I'm unconscious?  You're going to be in there anyway.  That was the plan you mentioned five minutes ago."

What I said: "Okay."

Apparently I am easy to convince.  I had no idea what I had just agreed to.  He returned with a nurse and a large tray full of metal objects.  I am glad I didn't know ahead of time what was going to happen.  (I googled it when I got home, and the description sounded worse than what it was.)  It was uncomfortable, and there were lots of cramps.  He needed two samples, so he had to do it twice.  Fun.  Ah, the things we go through to figure out why we can't get pregnant...

Afterward he was silent for a minute and looked like he was pondering something.  Then he asked if I bruise easily (yes) and if my gums bleed easily (sometimes, yes).  Great, now I have a clotting problem.  Why has no one asked me about this before, I wonder?  (especially that dental hygienist who turned white as a ghost at how much my gums bled during a cleaning a year ago...poor girl was traumatized)  Dr. C decided to order a clotting panel and said if the biopsy and labs are normal, then we'll schedule the surgery.  It must have been quite the panel he ordered since it required eight tubes of blood.  He said if the results are abnormal, he will call me.  Otherwise, he won't.  No news is good news, got it.

Less than 24 hours later he called.  The biopsy results weren't back yet, but the labs were.  I do indeed have a clotting problem, one that is out of his area of expertise, so I am meeting with hematologist in a couple months (that was the earliest available).  I wrote down which of the assays were abnormal and consulted Dr. Google.  Not a good idea.  Based on what I found, I came up with a couple possible diagnoses.  Also not a good idea.  (I am not a doctor...what do I know?)  I hope I am wrong, and it's just due to stress, which is actually on the list of possibilities.  Now I have to wait for the appointment with the hematologist for the real diagnosis.

I sent the lab results to Dr. A hoping he would have some insight.  He could not comment specifically on my labs, but it was reassuring to hear him say that many infertile women have clotting abnormalities which are usually treatable, and they go on to have normal pregnancies.  I really could have used that reassurance yesterday when I was convinced I have a horrible disease and will never have children—biological or adopted.  DH likes to call me his drama queen from time to time...  :)

So now we are taking a break from TTC until meeting with the hematologist.  As much as I want to find and fix the cause of our infertility ASAP, I am looking forward to this break.  Infertility is going to teach me patience whether I like it or not.