♣ My Lucky Past ♣ – Part Two

(If you missed Part One – click here.)

Lucky me, I had my bestest, LMM (more about her soon!) with me for my consultation at the “Cancer Center” with a doctor to evaluate ultrasounds and blood work related to the thyroid tumors. The doctor we met with didn’t seem too concerned, and believed they were just nodules. I was so grateful to have the love and support of my LMM during this time, and that I didn’t have to attend these appointments alone. Mr. Lucky works A LOT, too much sometimes, so I often do everything alone.

The Dr. called a few days later telling me that I tested positive for antibodies which show that I also have Hashimotos Thyroiditis. This is an auto-immune disease that is attacking the thyroid, but there is no treatment. He advised me to continue on my Levothyroxine (generic for Synthroid) and come back for my scheduled follow up. After seeing this doctor several times, I felt like my levels were not where they should be after a year (one of my results was a 53 and your thyroid levels should be between a  1-3).

When I was first diagnosed, my level was 8.6. So I switched doctors and began seeing another endocrinologist. During my time seeing him, he advised we could continue trying to conceive, and kept bumping up my medication. I reported to him that I was having pounding in the chest even when I was walking slowly down the hall. It didn’t feel right, and that was the only culprit I could find. The problem was, the smaller dose wasn’t bringing my levels to where they should be, so we were in a pickle. Still, he advised me to continue on the higher dose and see a cardiologist as needed.

Meanwhile, we decided to pursue IVF. We had run through a battery of blood tests, labwork, an SIS, and lots of prayer. When the box of fertility medication was shipped to us, it was very intimidating. There were a ton of needles, and a ton of medications, and I was overwhelmed. The nurses at the clinic assured me that it would be a breeze.

Around cycle day 10, I started ultrasound visits to check the growth of the follicles to see if they were maturing properly. After each visit the doctor seemed to keep bumping up the doses of Bravelle (the medication I was using to stimulate the follicle growth). He said that I had several (16 if I remember correctly) follicles but they weren’t quite maturing. After several mornings of driving 40 minutes to the clinic every morning to get the ultrasounds done, and bloodwork each morning, the nurse called me to tell me my cycle was cancelled for poor response. The follicles were just not maturing based on my E2 bloodwork. They were appropriate in size, but not mature.

That was the only answer I got, other than, we would be happy to try again using a different method. That wasn’t an option. We had run out of funds through this process to continue pouring money into treatments that were not resulting in answers. Perhaps we may have considered if we had more of a clue what was going on other than, “they aren’t maturing and we aren’t sure why”.



♣ My Lucky Past ♣ – Part One

Hi, I’m Mrs. Lady Luck. I am in my late 20’s and have had quite the “lucky” life. But through it all, I remain positive, that this year is going to be the year for my family and I, and I am going to be the one to change that luck. By no means, is this blog’s purpose to complain about the hand I’ve been dealt, but rather to try and help others out there who may be struggling with similar problems or those who may need inspiration to push through and appreciate the wonderful things in life. I have SO many things to be thankful for despite the obstacles I am faced with.

I have always told people that I have a little black cloud that follows me around, and just when things are going wonderful, that black cloud rains down.

So here’s a little about me, and my lucky family. Mr. Lucky and I met in college 12 years ago. We have been together since then, and have been married for 5 years. Most of my “luck” came along shortly after we were married and we decided to pursue having a family. I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome early in 2008 and we decided to start trying to conceive in the case that it may take a while. I was scheduled to graduate college a year later (after a long 8 years of taking classes on and off and changing majors several times). We started fertility treatments about three months after we started trying on our own. My ob/gyn suggested this route since she was confident it would not be easy for us to conceive without assistance. I started Clomid at the lowest dose that month, and waited for an appointment with a Reproductive Endocrinologist (RE).

After seeing the RE, he recommended we continue with the Clomid and go up doses a few times. After several months of no ovulation on Clomid, he switched me over to a drug called Femara. It’s a drug used for breast cancer, but has been successful used as a fertility aid. I actually ovulated on Femara, but it did not result in any pregnancies. As time went on, we were getting anxious to start our family because the months of seeing one line on a pregnancy test were draining. Our next step would be using Femara and then doing an intra-uterine insemination (IUI) in the RE’s office. This consisted of several early mornings of monitoring follicles, bloodwork, a sperm sample, and an appointment with the doctor on a Saturday morning to proceed with the transfer of sperm. My mom was coming to town that day for my college graduation, so Mr. Lucky wasn’t able to be there with me. As I sat in the waiting room alone, I couldn’t help but start to freak out. What IF they mixed up his sperm with someone else’s? How awful would that be? I never had doubts before this, but this particular morning I had about an hour and a half wait to see the doctor and the waiting room was full of hopeful couples. After the  IUI transfer, we were headed out of town for my college graduation with hopes that we would soon be pregnant. Well, that cycle again was a bust. There was no explanation for the failure because the sperm sample was great, and the follicles were prime, and my levels were just right.

It was around that time, that I started feeling the effects of extreme fatigue and suggested that my doctor check my thyroid levels. The nurse insisted they should be fine because they were checked the year before when we started treatments. I begged her to just run them anyway. The levels came back showing I was definitely hypothyroid. So the doctor also recommended that I have a thyroid ultrasound. We put the fertility treatments on hold while this next round of tests were being performed. After my ultrasound was done, he reported to me that I had two thyroid tumors, and would need to follow up with a specialist to determine my risk of thyroid cancer.