You know what I really enjoyed about that phone call yesterday?
The first thing the nurse said to me was that my oestradiol level was a bit high and that Mr Miracle Worker wanted to do another test before deciding whether I should go ahead with treatment this month.
But then I asked for all the numbers - oestradiol first, because that was the first thing she'd mentioned, and then FSH.
The emotion that she put into that single word, "Seven", was amazing. I could hear the smile on her face, and her voice was full of excitement, as though she were sharing some wonderful secret with me.
I said, "But that's the lowest it's ever been!"
And she instantly responded, with the same smile in her voice, "I know - that's why we want to try to go ahead this month."
It's a big clinic with a lot of nurses and an even greater number of patients, and I doubt if either of us could pick the other out of a line-up, but we shared a real moment of excitement over my day 2 hormone levels. I suppose they must get as fed up with delivering bad news as we do with hearing it. A phone call with a bit of good news in it was a boost for both of us yesterday.