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Breast cancer lesson number 39: Timing is everything!

On By Jackie ScullyIn FertilityLeave a comment

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This is it. Inside this box is the last injection I have to administer myself as part of the fertility process (we won’t talk about the chemo-related ones just yet). No more Menopur. No more Cetrotide. Just two Letrozole anti-cancer pills and an injection stand between me and being able to have my eggs collected at 3.30pm on Monday.

Ovitrelle is a trigger injection. It stimulates the final maturation of eggs in the ovaries. That means, once I have jabbed myself with this last needle, there is no going back. I will be on the slab on Monday and, with any luck, we’ll have embryos in the freezer soon after that. The procedure to extract these eggs is something I have just read about (although wish I hadn’t) and is something I will not be reporting here. Ok, so it’s not on a par with having your stomach cut open and the boob chopped off, but I am glad I am asleep for it. If curiosity is getting the better of you, click here for the science, but please don’t ever bring it up over dinner! 

For the trigger to be effective, timing is everything. So, mum will be keeping me company tonight until 2am when I can deliver the final and important dose (she might get to watch Les Mis from start to finish as a treat). Then I get a day off drugs tomorrow (my body will probably go into shock), a light breakfast of tea and toast at 6am on Monday and a date with a cannula and some IV sedation later that day.

Of course, when the nurse called, I had my priorities right. One, what do I do with the sharps box of syringes that is currently making the kitchen look untidy? Two, what to do with all the leftover drugs in the fridge? (Sadly the answer in both cases is to bring them with us, which means we’ll be heading to oncology looking like a portable pharmacy or like we’re about to have a picnic in the waiting room. Let’s hope I get to keep the cold bag!). Three, if I’m at the hospital all day, when do I take my suppository? (There was a lot of laughter attached to that answer and you really don’t want to know more). And four, (arguably the most important question) can I have a glass of wine with dinner? I am glad to report, I got a whole-hearted ‘absolutely’ in response! (Better set the phone alarm for 1.55am just in case)!

There is one last – and rather unexpected – obstacle to overcome in this fertility challenge. It’s brown, it has a tail and it likes to enter our kitchen at night and camp out under the dishwasher. We’ve being trying to get rid of our visiting rat for nearly two weeks, but we do have an understanding that we just don’t enter its trap-filled and Nutella-fuelled lair at night. With refrigerated drugs to take, I think I may have to take a torch and some back-up if I stand a chance of getting to the pre-filled syringe without getting nibbled.

Oh yes, don’t think just because you get cancer, you can avoid first world problems. I have a list!

One last needle, one last shot of drugs and one chance to make embryos. Cancer won’t wait for a second cycle. We have everything crossed!

Breast cancer lesson number 36: What really happens behind the doors of the ACU

On By Jackie ScullyIn Fertility2 Comments

A trip to the Assisted Conception Unit (or ACU) is like a game of musical chairs. One waiting room and three consulting rooms later, and you come out with a bit less blood, a lot less dignity, a bit more information, and a lot more reassurance that you are one step closer to making embryos.

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This morning, everyone wanted me – or my left arm that is. First, the nurse on blood-taking duty thought she might have a go. Thankfully a bit of gentle persuasion was all it took to encourage her that I might be best left for the anaethetist. Next, tucked away in the ‘procedures’ part of the unit waiting for said anaethetist, a second nurse (who was worried about keeping me waiting) said she’d like to have a go after having spied a juicy vein. Smiling as I dutifully extended my arm, it took two failed attempts before she admitted defeat and left me nursing a cup of tea and a biscuit.

It wasn’t long before my knight in soft blue scrubs arrived with a large syringe and an appetite for my left wrist. Eighteenth ‘sharp scratch’ of the week, and we’re there. I am proud to admit that I have still not cried in a blood test, even though my arm is starting to look like I’ve gone a few rounds in the boxing ring.

I never thought I’d say this, but the internal scan part was the easy – if not so dignified – bit (think probe, think jelly and that’s all you’re getting). After having injected myself with a combination of Cetrotide and Menopur for the last few days (balanced with a few Letrozole pills), the scan was to determine the size of my follicles and how well I am responding to the treatment. The good news is, that while my veins might be retreating under the stress of all this poking, by body is still playing ball. The follicles are growing well and, if my blood test results agree, I will be heading back for IV sedation on Monday (no doubt, at the same time I am supposed to be in oncology discussing toxic drugs and having a further blood test).

So what happens next? I wait for a call. If the call keeps me on track, I continue with my injections until Saturday, when I get to mix things up by introducing a ‘trigger’ injection called Ovitrelle and stopping the Cetrotide and Menopur. Ovitrelle is designed to stimulate the final maturation of the eggs. All being well, they will knock me out on Monday, extract what they need and then get to work in the laboratory. There is a suppository in the mix here, but the less said about that the better!

I must confess, it’s not the most romantic way of making babies. But, in what feels like a continuous race against time at the moment, it’s the best chance we have of being able to change nappies, clean up sick and join the banks of people having sleepless nights all over the Capital.

The stakes are high, but let’s just hope the chemo is kind, so we’ll never have to use our little embryos.