Path To Fertility Blogger Lisa Rosenthal  

Lisa Rosenthal has over twenty-five years of experience in the fertility field, including her current roles as Coordinator of Professional and Patient Communications for RMACT and teacher and founder of Fertile Yoga, a class designed to support, comfort and enhance men and women's sense of self. Her experience also includes working with RESOLVE: The National Infertility Association and The American Fertility Association, where she was Educational Coordinator, Conference Director and Assistant Executive Director

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Fertility Patient Opens Her Heart | Fertility Treatment Thoughts


Fertility Treatment Thoughts from the Heart

Fertility Patient Opens Her Heart

There are all kinds of ways to express the feelings that we have that are sometimes overwhelming. I write. I draw. I paint. I practice yoga. I read. I pray and meditate. I cry. I laugh. 


One of our own, a patient here at RMACT, shared a beautiful piece of writing with me. With her permission, I am printing it here, unedited and signed with her initials only. Thoughts on fertility treatment.  ~Lisa



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By choice, I haven’t had alcohol in over six months. I thought it would help my fertility.  Despite my unfortunate excitement to drink away my sorrow, I lost the taste for my once-cherished Chianti.  



Even in the luxurious Waterford crystal glass, allowing the wine to breathe, my taste buds revolted with each smothering sip.  I persevered, and finished the glass, never receiving the numbness of intoxication that could have compensated for my newly unearthed distaste of red wine.

I wanted to sleep, but the sugar of the wine and my screaming cat, caused a seven a.m. rise and shine.  So I headed to fertility-unfriendly, hot yoga to sweat out the toxins.



The class was so crowded, I had to squeeze myself into the front corner - between the person behind me, the left wall, the front window display and the yoga instructor.  


Each of the thirty-or-so times I inverted into downward facing dog, my necklace dangled, and its circle charm inscribed “believe” and the baby’s feet inside it kicked my face.

In the exact moment that I noticed the smell of rotting flowers, the instructor said “I’m so sorry that you’re almost doing your yoga into dead flowers.  They lasted over a week.  I guess it’s time to throw them out.” 

Two frozen embryos were transferred.  In a little over a week, the good news of my doubling beta subsided, only to learn the progression of my pregnancy had ceased. 

In my meditative state, I pondered how Sheryl Crow might write this verse into her hit song “Isn’t it Ironic.”  According to my body, I guess it’s time to throw them out. 




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