I have this sneaky suspicion that my blog has been discovered by people I know in real life (other than the people I've invited to read).
I'm not thrilled about it, but it is what it is. I just have to post this disclaimer: Please don't be offended by anything you might read here. This is my therapy space, my place to connect with the other ladies in this unfortunate sisterhood. I know it's probably difficult for you to understand what's written here, to connect it to who I am in the flesh, but just know this: it's all me. The good, the bad, the ugly.
Aunt Flo showed. I hate that bitch. We're on to femara cycle #3, and we're working on a timeline to **gasp** stop trying.
Or, at least, take a break until we have treatment dollars saved up. It might involve me flying to a foreign country and selling a kidney. And perhaps half of my liver.
I'd sell my eggs, but, well, you know.