I made two discoveries immediately following yesterday’s post celebrating ‘lasts’:
Gosh, sometimes the universe throws us confusing and conflicting cues. Finding my elephant case in the mailbox when we came home from retrieval felt so serendipitous for half a second (as some of you may remember my symbol for the attainment of a dream and a life well-deserved) until, that is, I finished posting only to click over and see the dark reminder of defeat.
I am using this free day from work to manage a bevy of practical steps toward either victory or a clear conscience–phone calls to Cryoport, the allergist, the reproductive immunologist, and the start of an anti-inflammatory regimen. In an all or nothing game, I have to do every last thing within my control to give myself the best chance so that, should it fail, I can leave this behind with zero what-ifs lurking in the aftermath.