Work is kicking my butt this week, so this will be just a brief snippet of a few things I don't have time to blog about properly.
I saw the lovely Kath on Sunday. How jealous are all of you? She is just as lovely as you might expect, although, Kath, I have to confess that I wasn't expecting you to be so tall and gorgeous and glamorous. Not sure why, but I just wasn't. She also, dear readers, looks as if she's about 25, damn her. We had a lovely afternoon, wandering around central London, sitting in the park on deckchairs, visiting an art exhibition, and having a proper English tea. The conversation varied from our spouses, to linguistics, to how our hair was behaving in the weather (not), and, of course, to reproductive issues, and then on to parents and siblings and stroppy journalists. It was lovely to meet a new friend in person. Thank you, Kath, for making that long train trip.
Did anyone see that press conference last week with Mr Bush and all those babies? It was
one of the most yet another cynical piece of political positioning. It made me almost apoplectic with rage. Yes, those babies are all very adorable, and I for one don't want to deny them their current existence on the planet. But GW's statement that "how could we have thrown away these children in the name of research?" made me want to scream. How many people are living with Parkinson's because stem cell therapy isn't available to them? How many researchers are trying to understand the causes of cancer and struggling because they can't do the experiments they think are necessary because the materials they need aren't available to them? How many children are dying from childhood genetic disorders that we don't yet understand, whose treatment could be advanced by investigations with donated embryos? It was one of the most breathtaking examples of only presenting one side of a problem that I have EVER SEEN. Phew.
The nurse from the IVF clinic called me yesterday - this is our new form of IVF orientation appointment now we are old hands. Her first question was: "Is Dr Candour ok with you starting so soon after, umm, what happened in June?" I heroically refrained from saying, "No, I held a gun to his head as he filled out the form and now I come to think of it you'd better head over to his office to make sure he's managed to untie himself." "Yes," I said, instead, "he's given me the zoladex injection so we are already underway." Wasn't that nice of me? I'll get my reward in heaven, I know.
I know there was something else I wanted to blog about, but it's gone now, so that will have to do.