Very Odd.

ummm, yeah. So, I like, want kids, right? Or, should I say WE want kids. Not now (enuf to deal with immediately, but soon after all this). so, this requires some of these guys in this picture. Well, chances are I won't have those guys during or after chemo. They'll (hopefully) come back to me, but if not.....well, lets just say they make ice cubes out of 'em now and thaw 'em when you need them (read: want a child). Safety net, as they call it.

So this brings me to a VERY strange morning. How about a "reproductive and fertility clinic". ok, weird. then, how about a MALE NURSE showing you to your "collection room". ummm, slightly more awkward. Then, for once in your life, you-know-what is encouraged...required, even. And in some odd doctor's office room. So weird I can't even explain. Like, the strange meter is off the charts. It's broken and smoking, actually.

GOD, this whole cancer/treatment process has sure toughened me up, and the strange, uncomfortable, and humiliating experiences seem to just keep rolling at me. Gotta say on my toes or else I may get knocked over by one. You just have to go with the flow...roll with the punches.

the worst part is I have to go back twice more this week. damn. guess it'll be worth it when I have a child...but for now it's just plain torture.