Infertility is like the economic crisis, nobody really knows how it started and how to solve it. Sounds like a cheap metaphor but that’s what I was thinking while watching Fareed Zakaria GPS this morning. One more prove that we think about our infertility even when we are not.
Yesterday a friend told me what her gynecologist told her about infertility treatments “it’s all voodoo science”. I think I agree with her. It’s an awful thing to hear from your doctor that he doesn’t know what is going with you, that he doesn't understand how this particular woman can not do what she should be able to by nature. You don’t know, they don’t know, I don’t even know if God knows. I obviously appreciate all the studies and progress made in medicine and technology. I can't even start to imagine how difficult it must have been for so many many women in the past (and still in the present) to have no idea what goes on with their bodies. The progress our society have made is grandiose but the truth is that we haven’t shed as much light as we think in the mystery of life.
You hear all this stories about how people tried to get pregnant for so long and then suddenly they get pregnant or even people who were told that they would never be able to conceive and they get pregnant in the very first time they try. What did they do differently? Was it something they could control? Or is it all just random?
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