I'm sure I miscarried for a good reason, but I would have loved being ready to pop right now. At one point I saw today's date as the most exciting one coming up. Now? Not so much. Instead of giving birth there is AF. Bwaaawaaa. Sniff. Sniff.
I also got all the results for our testings. Jeff's "boys" analysis was better this time. He only has mild morphology issue, but we can work with that. Our bloodwork result was "unremarkable" as my RE said, except for my prolactin levels. Not surprising.
And then there is my MRI....
I do have a tumor BUT its benign. I have to go chit chat with the RE to discuss treatments. I'm a bit scared. According to our first "talk" before we knew if I did have a tumor or not, we'll do drugs. If the drugs fail to shrink it then surgery will have to be done. I say give me the drugs, up the dose, don't be shy. I can handle it. I just hope it doesn't shrink my brain too. I need my few brain cells, you know?
I am, however, very happy that the tumor is not malignant. So I guess that's good news on this sad day. No, I don't guess. I know. Thank you God... now... please help me preserve some brain cells =)