Well--here goes.
I feel so tentative as I start this first post. I returned from seeing my daughter today, the precious girl who called me yesterday sobbing. Her second attempt at IVF had failed, and she was once again a little lost girl, this woman who has simply dazzled me with her fortitude and grace throughout this ridiculously long and arduous process. I'm at a loss trying to help her. Yes, I know she has to cope, to grieve, to begin to heal on her own; I, however, can barely stand to watch. What a painful, seemingly endless journey this has become. I only hope we can get answers when we see her doctor on April 3.