The nothingness of being proclaimed infertile - or sick and tired of being sick and tired

I am sick and tired.

Honestly. There is nothing I would rather be than not sick and tired.

There simply is not enough life left in me to be partial to doing much of anything right now and I gotta tell you this is rather scarey. To me at least.

Infertility is the well, the worst thing that I ever encountered in my whole stinking life. I mean, really.

The range of emotions is incredible. The amount of lack of control one feels is startling and unnerving to even the strongest of persons.

The strain it puts on my relationship with my husband is incredible. I mean, what else could it do to me that would be worse than not being able to have a baby than ending my marriage. It hasn't yet done it, but by God it was pushing on the envelope of tolerance pretty well.

I can't explain in words the sadness I feel. There isn't anything else I feel at the moment. Thank God. Because the anger is so stifling.

The sadness at least just drives me into the ground, or rather into bed to sleep it off.

The frustration well, that was the worst emotion of them all. The frustration of not being able to do anything else. We were relaxed. We were in good health. We did everything right to the number and the letter just like we were told and still NOTHING and no hope left and

NO FRIGGING MONEY LEFT.

The nothingness of being proclaimed infertile is like a shroud that you carry with you for the rest of your life.

Time has passed me by. I am done with my fertile years I am told. Too old. Too this too that but still no answers. Is age the only issue? Then why try at all? Why do it to being with? Why do IVF/ICSI without hope?

I read some entries from my journal this past December. When we were still in the early testing phases of this go around. I was so hopeful. I was so full of anticipation and that energy, if I Remember correctly was so positive and honest. And then, nothingness. It went from trying to nothingness. From positive and hopeful despite all of our setbacks, pain, loneliness, trials, losses and right up until the end...we had it, that wishful, honest hope that only comes from desperation I think now on it.

Desperation is a feeling that I think few people really get and the saddest thing is, there is medicine and medical practice in the world today in so many ways that breeds from people's desperation. I know I was played. I got it hook line and sinker. I was desperate, still am really, and I would do just about anything, no I would have done ANYTHING and probably still would to be able to have a baby of our own.

I walked, willingly through the GATES of HELL.

I am not kidding.

It hurt.

It really hurt, physically so painful.

I am not a whiner nor a weakling. Not that I should even have to justify it in any way but I feel I do.
Just lie still.
Just don't move around.
Take your narcotics and stop calling now.
That is what I got.

What type of medicine assumes as much as this type does?

Let's just assume that her pain is from this or that or whatever? That is how it seemed to me. So many assumptions.

Emptiness is another so stifling emotion.

OH my god I feel so drained. So empty now.

The chances are what now?

What are my chances assuming my husband and I just go back to trying ourselves? I can't even imagine.

I mean, first of all, we bought, hook line and sinker the diagnosis of infertile didn't we? SO, how can we go back to just being a couple trying on our own. That harbours even more emptiness for me in the end because we already bought (literally) our diagnosis.

Without anymore chances, how can we hope for a better outcome than what we already experienced?

Anyone?
Anyone have any answers to this?
Come on, someone try?


Answer people get this ok?This is not GOD"S FRIGGIN PLAN FOR ME! This is not for the best and it is most certainly NOT SOMETHING I CAN JUST GET OVER....I hate this, you hate it too for me I imagine but in the end it is something that I HAVE>>>>>>>>>Plain and simple.

Do you know how badly we want a baby?

I didn't know how badly I really wanted a family until I couldn't have one of my own. I want to know why this is happening to us! More than anything, I want to know why this is happening to us. My husband and I are good, hardworking people.

I simply cannot imagine my life with this overbearing shadow of a miscalculation in timing, process, and medicine. I did everything right didn't I? I didn't marry a jackass of a man just to have kids? I knew waiting was the right thing.

SO Why am I BEING PUNISHED LIKE THIS? ? ??? ?

Ok, so life isn't fair. I get that. I do. But, just this once, this one thing, this one BIG thing, I would like to catch a break on....PLEASE! And my husband, he is younger than I am. He could, well there are a lot of "he could have" out there...I shudder to think. I know the truth is that we both carry this burden with us. And without it, we would have a baby on the way right? ? ?? ?


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