The path to nowhere

Although I was looking after myself and doing everything I was told to do I couldn’t help but worry that we were going to have the same result as 2016. Waking up one morning and I my worst nightmare was starting to come true. My husband was home for the weekend and I had started spotting at first it seemed to be more of a bladder infection nothing to worry about, at least that’s what I was telling myself. By the time Monday came along I was a wreck and the spotting had started again, I could no longer ignore it and asked my mom to take me to casualty, as it was too early for the doctors and I needed to see what was going on. From casualty I was told to make an emergency appointment with the gyne and once again I could feel my heart being ripped out from my chest, and this time I was going through it on my own. My trip to the gyne didn’t give me the answers I had hoped and once again there was very little they could see. I could tell we were heading down the same path as 2016. I was prescribed a strong dose of progesterone and told to go to bed. This messed with me and I was disorientated, sad and heart broken. I had taken time off school and was resting at home under doctors orders. Unfortunately the bleeding was getting worse and the dose of progesterone stronger.