Another year, another tear (who'm I kidding, a bunch of tears)

I'm in the midst of one of the worst weeks of the year for me (the other is around Christmas/my would-be due date). My birthday week brings with it the anniversary of failed fertility treatments. Some of you may be thinking, "Ugh, this again. Get over it." And, I get that; I have those thoughts sometimes myself. BUT, I can't get over it. For whatever reason, it sticks with me and it always will be a part of my reality.

This week marks 3 years; three years that the bleeding started that marked the failure of the embryos to successfully attach to my uterus. It marks the failure of all that we put into the entire process.

ECT won't take this away.

The other day, I saw something with a woman who had a baby talking to another woman who hadn't had a baby yet. She told her about how you think you are in love with your husband before you have kids. She then said that that feeling of love is nothing compared to how in love you will be with your husband once you have a baby together. This hit me really hard. I know, I'm a hot mess and a lot of things get to me, but that is how I am. It hit me because it got me thinking about my love with Shawn. We will never have a baby together. Does this mean our love is stuck at some base level? Am I unable to maximize my love for him because of this?

Yes, this woman's view of love and becoming parents and whatever shouldn't carry this kind of weight for me. It shouldn't, like a lot of shouldn'ts in my life, but it does.

Maybe ECT can help take this away.

And I wonder....

Starting to wonder if I have it in me. I think about how I'm just tired, so tired and now we'll be adding a new level of exhaustion. With the ECT comes anesthesia. Three times a week of being put under. I have had 5 different experiences with being put under and I'm not the best at coming out of it. I mean, groggier than most and slower.

I also can't help but wonder how I will be after. Not the initial coming to, but the longer term. What if I don't know how to be different than I am now? What if it simply doesn't take? What if I'm stuck where I am?

Memory block

So, one of the side effects of ECT is some memory loss. If I could select what would be permanently erased, it would be:

• The Liam Neeson/Claire Danes version of "Les Miserables"
• "Lost"
• The series finale of "Dexter"
• Stupid, embarrassing things I've said and done (I don't mean the ones with important lessons attached)
• The George W. Bush administration
• This election year, including the post-ECT parts

Seriously, though, what I really wish it could do is completely wipe out all of the fertility stuff.  All of it; every ultra sound; every injection; every internal exam, etc. And, most of all, the desire to have had a baby. The internal ache I feel about the emptiness. The conversations and questions and advice from people about all the other ways I can become a parent. The guilt those conversations make me feel because it feels like judgment cast upon me. Judging me as selfish for wanting to have a baby that was biologically mine with Shawn and carried by me and birthed by me. All of this is the memory loss I would choose. It's what I wish the electrodes could sense and erase.

The memory loss, though, is not the kind of eraser that I'd like. It's more of a short term loss. Like, I might forget how to get to the Safeway for a minute. Or, some of the longer term things could be somewhat fuzzy. It's rare for there to be significant loss, so, I'll still have to deal with all that baby shit...and not the kind in a diaper.

My reality right now

Thursday, March 10th, was my consult with a psychiatrist who does ECT. Shawn was with me and I never could have made it without him. It was a long appointment, almost 2 hours of just talking. Talking about my history and more about my history and more about my history. Then, the talk of the actual ECT. The benefits, risks, and how it all works.

I came home with lots to read, tests I have to have done, swabs for my mouth to send off samples for genetic testing which may reveal some things about my fucked up brain chemistry. All of these things are still sitting on the kitchen table.

This psychiatrist isn't sure if bipolar depression is the right diagnosis, but he's not convinced major depression is it, either. It seems like, because of this, it may make me a better candidate for ECT. But there is so, so much for me to process about all of this.

This shit is real. It's no joke. I won't be able to work; I won't be able to do much of anything; I won't even be able to be left alone. This could mean more than 2 weeks without working (believe me, I don't love my job, but I don't get paid time off, so this will suck). The doc actually expects for someone like me to need more than 2 weeks of treatments. But, not only does this impact me and my work, I also have to have a babysitter. How is that all going to work? Especially if I end-up on the longer end of things, like 5-6 weeks.

On top of everything there is to consider and understand, there is simply me, my reality; my shame; my wanting to be okay with this; my wanting to raise awareness in others so stigma can be removed; my struggle; my desire to be "normal".




Here's some info from a reputable hospital:
http://www.mayoclinic.org/tests-procedures/electroconvulsive-therapy/basics/definition/prc-20014161

Edgy, Concerned, and Tense

Thursday morning is my appointment for an ECT consult. I realize it is just a consultation which has no obligation for treatment. It is still causing me a lot of anxiety.

I find myself wondering if maybe I'm making all my angst up and that I am just a lazy and miserable human being. Then I think that maybe this is too extreme and I just need to do more about my meds and therapy. I think about it not working and the side affects and on and on. The worst, though, is probably the odd fear of what if it does work...

Exiting Crazy Town

I have debated about writing this post, but I've not held back on my health, mental and physical, thus far. Stigma sucks, but it's real and needs to be addressed.

Yesterday was my monthly psych appointment. This is the medical, not the talk therapy shit. I've been bouncing around meds for years. Some help me for long stretches, some make me worse, and some just don't do anything. The last few months things have been bad, baaaaaaaad. At my appointment, I sat down and said, "I'm tired. Not just physically. I'm tired. I'm tired in every way possible. I'm sad and then I'm pissed. I wanted to run over some teenagers who were being punk ass teenagers. I flip people off. I'm angry at work. I get angry at Shawn. I get mad at Jarvis. I'm done. I'm tired." Doc looked at me for a minute.

Then, she brought up ECT (Electroconvulsive Therapy). Asked me what I knew of it. Of course I go right to "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" even though I know it is not like that now. I've read about it before, but never talked about it with any of my doctors. She went on to explain things about it and to say that she never expected to bring it up in that appointment until I sat down. I sat there just kind of dazed. Thankfully, Shawn was there to actually pay attention to things and ask questions.

So, shit is getting real. I'm trying to process it all and decide where to go from here.

Hanging on

I was hoping for more relief by now, but that hasn't happened. Things haven't improved and may even be worse. The medications don't seem to be the right mix or dosage. I don't know. My next appointment is Wednesday. The struggle keeps getting realer.