Frustrated by Careless Oversight

Yesterday I was sitting at dinner with my in-laws when I got a call from Freedom Fertility Pharmacy.  The very chipper girl talked in such a high sing-songy voice that I had to ask her three times to repeat herself. Finally, I understood that my medications for my new treatment would not be shipped today, as planned, because Ganirelex cannot be used by people with a latex allergy.  I am a little miffed pissed.  I thought I was supposed to be getting top of the line treatment by one of the best fertility specialists.  Yet, when I told the doctor that I don't manage birth control pills well, I was given the "option" to not take them, with the very thick undercurrent of "but if it doesn't work out, it is definitely your fault, you ridiculously silly woman who thinks she has all the knowledge of a doctor because she can work the Internet."  I agreed to take birth control pills to start the next treatment, and we changed our plan to use the maximum amount of stimulants (Gonal-F and Menopur) before starting Ganirelex to prevent ovulation.  It says in my chart, in very big stamped red letters, LATEX ALLERGY.  So how is it that I was prescribed a treatment plan that includes a medication that can't be used on patients with a latex allergy?  I feel like chattel being pushed and prodded along with all the other infertile women. When I stop and protest, I get a swift shock to remind me that I am not a woman trying to have a baby, but merely one of a million cows being corralled through the master slaughter house of fertility specialists.  I feel like the more "treatment" I get, the further I get from my natural fertility.  I was apathetic about starting this new IVF treatment cycle, and now I am feeling ready to quit it all. I am ready to move on with my life without ever becoming a mother of four.  I am ready to stop-but then I look at my husband and I go on.  I know how much he wants this and I have never been a quitter, and so I won't quit now.  Being a fighter has had it's benefits in life, but now I feel like I am just banging my head against a brick wall.  I am frustrated.  I am angry.