Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Rose buds and turtle eggs

I'm a little hen fluffing the straw around my little follicle eggs. I've build a nest of the finest feathers, fresh grass and rose petals. These 14 follicles are held tight below my heart. If anyone comes close, I hiss threateningly and bare my animal teeth. My octopus fingers caress the injection bruises on my… Continue reading Rose buds and turtle eggs

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ALS/MND Stories · Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Sometimes I forget

Scientists go crazy for conferences. We always have an internal competition about who can collect the most freebies from exhibitors; we love a good party with professors dancing on tables and although most of us are introverts, we love to accidently hang out and network with other passionate nerds. Working in the public sector and… Continue reading Sometimes I forget

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

What is your theme song?

β€œThose who have a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'.”- Victor Frankl A few weeks ago, we had a seminar by Dr Paula Fernandes, a psychologist from the Femina Breast Clinic, Pretoria. She counsels women who are diagnosed with breast cancer and have to make difficult decisions with regards to genetic testing… Continue reading What is your theme song?

Fertility Clinic Stories · Infertility schmertility

IVF: That’s what’s up!

"I have a "higher level" question for you Dr Y... If we force people who are not supposed to have children, to have children, are we not tempting fate? Won't we increase our chances of having an abnormal product? Where is the line?" I was both devastated and impressed by my husband's question. Our doctor… Continue reading IVF: That’s what’s up!

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

No clowns in this circus!

"I'm scared of darkness. I'm scared of light. I'm scared of the monsters under my bed. I'm scared of earth worms and politics, dentists, ghosts and critique. I'm scared of yes. I'm scared of no. I'm scared of dying before I start to grow." - A translation of one of my very old poems from… Continue reading No clowns in this circus!

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Going rogue on Instagram!

Hey pretty friends! I created an Instagram account linked to this blog. If you're technologically advanced and hip like me (do people still use the term: "hip"? πŸ™ˆ) please follow me @rogue.scientist. I promise an unhealthy mix of badly drawn cartoons, funny infertility moments, devastating tragedy, hormone flares, crazy happiness and cat photos. *Follow me… Continue reading Going rogue on Instagram!

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Not about me

The rocket ship containing my two little follicles, lovingly nick named The Scientist & The Artist, unfortunately crashed in a fiery explosion. I expected it with severe PMS symptoms and spotting in my second week of the horrible TWW (two week wait). Still, hope is a resilient and foolish creature, always finding Googled symptoms in… Continue reading Not about me

Infertility schmertility

My Red Hot Chili Pepper

NOTE TO SELF: Even if you wash the peri-peri (extra hot) spice from your hands after eating some amazingly hot Nando's, the chilli molecules will be absorbed by your fingertips, to only be activated when you: a.) Remove your contact lenses (my eyes aaaaaah!) b.) Put in a Progesterone vaginal suppository (suddenly my eyes are… Continue reading My Red Hot Chili Pepper

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Secret stress & panic rooms

It happens unexpectedly. At 4 o'clock in the morning I wake from a dream where a panel of ex-boyfriends are told that I'm infertile and that they all probably dodged the same wonky, polycystic bullet. The grandfather clock chimes: 04:15 - I start thinking about managing the lab team since our boss is on leave… Continue reading Secret stress & panic rooms

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

The Artist & The Scientist

Cytoplasmic rapids are rushing over molecular structures. Cells are vibrating and dividing to the rhythm of my biological "ticks" and "tocks". My mitochondria power stations are a bit slow to start this morning. Although it's early, a board meeting is in session and the gods are discussing the rearrangement of my ancestors' DNA. Just like… Continue reading The Artist & The Scientist