I had my phone consultation with the high-success-rates clinic in the Rocky Mountains today. What I learned:
(1) I am currently at an "excellent" IVF clinic. It sounds odd, but I'd almost rather I were at a clinic run by FEMA so that I would have higher hopes about switching. Anyway, the phone doctor totally hearts my current doctors.
(2) #1 does mean that I could have most of my monitoring done at home, were I to end up cycling at the more famous clinic. So at least that's convenient.
(3) There are many things that could be going wrong. They include the lab, a genetic issue with either me or my husband or just our ungrateful offspring themselves, the effects of endometriosis, or maybe even ovarian age (even though I have always shown a heartwarming number of antral follicles). Testing should be done if this FET fails! Which he hopes it doesn't!
(4) Probably, if all that testing were to come back normal, what would happen if I did a fresh cycle there would be that I'd go on three months of Lup*ron De*pot to allow for the return of integrin, which sounds like a science-fiction title but which apparently helps with implantation. There might also be some PGD to see why my embryos hate freedom. And we'd see if their shiny lab could kick my current lab's linoleum ass.
The only really heartening thing was that he said that their endo success rates are the same as their overall success rates. And their overall success rates are high, as all of us desperate IVFers know - yes, those success rates make us willing to hand over piles and piles of money that we could otherwise spend on desperately needed new fall fashions.
In other news, I'm leaving town again. I'm heading to the land of my birth because my parents have moved into a new house, and I need to clean out my national archives before they sell the place so that the lot may be bulldozed and a McMansion erected. I look forward to re-reading my middle-school journal entries, which I recall went mostly like this: I wonder if maybe I will be popular this year. I sure would like to be popular.
(N.b., it never turned out that way.)
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Hey Motel Manager,
I haven't commented in awhile, but I just wanted to let you know you crack me up. Shame our subject matter is such a downer, but your comic timing is so perfect. I'd seek you out as a friend in the real world!
As far as the clinic, have you checked out the article about success rates on Meg's blog today? (I'm not fancy enough to know how to link.)I'm really thinking that where you go doesn't matter as much as going somewhere you personally feel good about. So I'd go to the place where you feel the most likely to succeed. Good luck!
AH, who needs the new fall fashions anyways? Besides, we would probably be so bloated we couldn't fit into them anyways - well, at least I couldn't. I won't speak for you, I'm sure you would look FAB!
Well I hope that you feel a little better after talking to this other clinic. I really do hope this FET will work so you don't have to worry about switching back and forth. I commend you for getting some answers.
I know I keep saying this, but your posts are so witty and well written. I am always excited to see a new installment at the Embryo Motel! I sincerely hope that one day soon you'll be posting about pregnancy (yours of course)!
Heh heh heh.. you make me laugh! Sounds like your conversation kinds just teold you what you kinda already knew, but at least you're left hopeful ?
I'm glad that talking to the other clinic helped you a bit. Do you know when your FET date will be?
Thinking about you and sending many good thoughts your way...
Nilla
The rocky mountain clinic hearts my clinic and it's doctors, too. It's part of the reason I didn't switch!
Hoping the FET works, and no more decisions.
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