200 Posts Came and Went

I just realized today as I was starting my post that this makes my 203rd post. 200 posts came and went. Wasn't I just saying in my last post how time flies by? It continues to do so at an astounding speed.

I guess it is an anniversary of sorts.

I remember back in December 2005 I was sitting around a table of infertile (IF) bloggers yet I was not yet a blogger myself. I barely even realized that I was infertile, my first telltale surgery had just happened in October and I was still recoiling from the shock that my tubes were blocked.

I'd stumbled onto this group of ladies' blogs and was intrigued at their stories. Somehow I wound up with an invitation of sorts to this infertiliblogapalooza event and I showed up. Everyone had met online and this was the first time they were laying eyes on each other. They knew each other intimately from blog world, and what was interesting is that everyone had already shared their stories and it was more of a re-meeting because, as I mentioned, most of these people had never met before. I remember listening intently to everyone's stories, trying to glean some bit of useful information, and of being taken aback by one lady's experience dealing with reproductive immunological issues. She told me eye popping stories of how she and her husband had to travel to Mexico to get this procedure called LIT (leukocyte immune therapy). I nodded my head, listened, and thanked the gods that I'd never have to go through any of this.

I only had blocked tubes, you see. Immunology wasn't something that I needed to really think about.

R.I.G.H.T.

Little did I know at that brunch that my infertility was more far reaching than I could ever imagine. Not only would I, too, become an immunology patient like the lovely red haired lady on my right, I would myself make two trips to Nogales Mexico for LIT, I'd travel to NYC to see Dr. Hungarian, and I'd even go so far as to buy three centrifuges and a lab full of supplies so that I could do my own LIT and never have to fly to Mexico again.

Talk about a reality check.

I was so ignorant. I look back on that silly woman sitting at the brunch table and wonder, "How could I have been so incredibly naive?"

Despite having my head buried firmly in the sand, I left, promising a number of the women that I would make an attempt at blogging.

Well I came through on my threat and here I am 203 posts later.

I hope that I've written something useful. I look at my stats on occasion and it's interesting to see the queries that bring people to my blog. I saw one query today that said "Q Tip in Penis". Okay. That's an odd way to get to me but I understand why they found me. (I recounted J's experience with Dr. Hungarian and the Q-Tip. Better leave it like that).

I haven't been too careful about the quality of my writing in general. I apologize for that if you are reading. I don't mean to be careless about my writing, it's just that it's just so hard to even get the words out at times that I can barely think of style and flow. There are plenty of bloggers who I think must spend hours writing their posts, editing and re-editing. I just can't do that. If I did that I fathom that I wouldn't blog at all.

Thanks for bearing with me this long.