I’m feeling very frustrated with our fertility clinic right now. I’m trying to figure out what to do about it, if anything.
Here’s the recap. Diagnosis: low sperm count. Treatment: pump female with drugs, insert catheter into uterus with washed up sperms named Tom and Jerry (okay, I’m exaggerating, there were more than two) x 4. Recommendation: IVF (translation: invasive, expensive, unpleasant, and not guaranteed and again all about the female). Response by me: What the fuck? Is that all there is? I’ll consult Dr. Google.
So, by my own doing, I discovered that my husband likely has low testosterone and sent him to get tested. Test shows low testosterone. Now, our family physician has been absolutely marvelous. She full out admitted that she does not have a clue about this kind of stuff. When the tests came back confirming the low testosterone, her initial suggestion for treatment was testosterone replacement therapy. BY THE GRACE OF THE INTERNET AND SOME BRAIN CELLS BEING RUBBED TOGETHER, my husband (not a doctor) informed our physician (a doctor) that treating a male with infertility with testosterone is detrimental to the little viable sperm he makes. Thankfully, she valued his research and knowledge and listened to him. What if he hadn’t done the research? Seriously, it’s not rocket science. But my issue is not with her. She has been working very hard to expedite things and will be referring my husband to a urologist who specializes in male infertility. Hallelujah! So now, we just hurry up and wait.
Along with the IVF recommendation, it was suggested that I see an OBGYN to schedule a laproscopy for my ovarian cyst. So I hurried up and waited for that appointment too…. which finally happened on Monday. The OBGYN looked at me like I had 2 heads. He seriously didn’t know why it was recommended that I have surgery. My cyst is a clear-walled (??) benign-looking cyst under 5cm that doesn’t respond to estrogen. He said, “if they’re doing IVF, they can just aspirate it while they are in there harvesting your eggs”. When I said, that they were concerned that it might be emitting hormones that were interfering with conception, his response was “are you ovulating? (the answer is yes), then there’s nothing interfering”.
In summary, let’s hack up my body and pump it full of drugs. NONE OF WHICH ADDRESSES THE FUCKING PROBLEM AT HAND WHICH HAS A VERY REAL SOLUTION. We have an appointment with the fertility clinic physician in mid-April. Nothing like a 6 week wait to throw fuel on the fire. But I honestly don’t know why we have this appointment. Part of me wants to go in there and tear a strip off of the physician. The rational part of me just wants an explanation about why we’ve just wasted a year and over a thousand dollars on treatment that wasn’t fixing the problem. A problem that wasn’t even explored. I appreciate that our fertilty physician isn’t an expert in male infertility, but if I can find the informatin on Google, for Christsakes, this is just bad medical care.
I don’t know if I can resume care at this clinic. They have a good reputation, but they have dropped the ball, and with it my faith in them.
The urologist also practices at a fertility clinic in a town in the opposite direction from here. Maybe it’s time to make a switch. Goddess willing, maybe we won’t need a clinic at all after this testosterone stuff gets treated.
The moral of the story is this: take your medical care into your own hands. Do your research. Ask questions. Doubt answers. Physicians aren’t God, they are humans and they are fallible.