I will never forget my first meeting with my RE, when she very compassionately said, "Statistically speaking, most people will get past RPL and have a successful pregnancy." And I cried. I cried because I didn't think I would. I cried because "most" people is definitely not "all" people. Some people don't get past it, and if you are one of the unlucky ones, then statistically speaking, the odds mean fucking nothing.
I don't write about myself today. We know that I was so very fortunate enough to be on the good side of the numbers.
I write today about a very dear friend who has fallen on the other side of the odds. 13 attempted IUI cycles - resulting in 1 cancelled cycle due to no response, 10 negatives, and 2 miscarriages. One round of IVF (with a potential FET) was their last hope. And with no embryos making it to freeze, and a negative blood test from the IVF cycle yesterday, their journey is over.
What do you even say that can give comfort? There are no words that will even begin to fill the emptiness. My heart physically aches for them. The painful journey, the expensive journey, the LONG journey. No one should get to the end of a struggle with infertility and pregnancy loss with nothing to show for it. NO ONE.
So I cry again today over the very first words my RE spoke to me. Knowing that "most" people get through these journeys with a better outcome only makes the end result that much more painful for those who don't.
