Since I was 18 years old, I wanted to have children at a young age, and I’m not going to lie to you; as soon as my friends got pregnant, my joy was immense because they said it was contagious; but it wasn’t like that.
As time went by, I swear I was more worried about getting pregnant than getting married. I started saying: “If I reach 38 and don’t have a baby, I’ll get inseminated.”
38, 39, and 40 arrived! And I didn’t take any action. That year, a friend announced a trip to Dubai; my dream trip. Meanwhile, I thought: “I made a promise. I’d better go to Samuel Guerrero, see how much time I have left for my baby, and then decide between baby or trip.”
Oh, surprise! My window of time was a matter of NOW.
My doctor gives me some alternatives and I explore them, but when I go to his office to tell him that I didn’t like them; that same day he tells me: -Liza, I just received a girl who came from Colombia, should we call her? Well, I called her, and I even became her friend. Whoever knows me knows that, when they told me “Colombia”, I also looked for other alternatives on my own.
I was talking to two doctors at the same time, I was telling both of them every step I took, I became “friends” with both of them and gained confidence from consultations via WhatsApp (hehehehe). To make a long story short, I decided on Medellín, and I don’t regret it. I fell in love with that city so much that I would go there right now.
The inSer Instituto de Fertilidad Humana clinic became my family. I even created a support group for women who are looking for the same dream as me. Each of the collaborators of this center, for me, is my friend without exception Ana María Medina, Maryuri Salazar Castaño Gloria Elena Salazar Oviedo Dianita Quintero. No!!!, lie, my doctor has a separate section Sergio Tamayo, I know that there may be jealousy now, but I know they understand me: I literally LOVE my doctor.
Trip 1.
I went full of hope; I would be one of those who get pregnant the first time. Surprise: My body was not responding well to the medications and I was full of fibroids. I had 5 follicles, a number not so bad, they put 3 in me and I didn’t get pregnant. On this trip I was accompanied by my brother Daniel Manzur; who became a pro looking at my ovaries
Clo; who recorded every word the doctor said without me knowing. Caro; who took advantage of every minute in Medellín, and Ale, who took care of me in my first transfer.
Result: negative.
Trip 2.
Again, stimulation and fibroids. I, stubborn, that yes, that with fibroids I was going to get pregnant. I traveled alone. Result: transfer of 1 embryo and I didn’t get pregnant.
In November 2017 I decide to operate on the Fibroids after many discussions with my two doctors. Result: 18 Fibroids; small, but there they were.
February 2018; 8 fibroids had already appeared again.
Trip 3 (August 2018)
On this trip I am accompanied by my mother, my aunt and a friend. We are going to enjoy the trip, this transfer was different, but the result: Another NO.
I don’t stop. I ask my doctor what do I do? I don’t have a penny more, but I will try again. I don’t know how I’m going to go but get ready that I’ll be in the next cycle (that’s 2 months). Out of nowhere the money arrived (that always arrives) and I left with a person I adore, but with whom I had never traveled. We arrived and the process is delayed, therefore I dedicate myself to tourism and visiting my clinic. My friend has to leave and again, I am left alone. My transfer is scheduled and for some reason this time, I am confident.
Today almost 12 weeks later I give you testimony that God heard my request. Not only do I have a positive, I have a family that supports me. If I start giving thanks, I’m sure someone will be left out, but I can’t fail to thank my brothers who told me from day one: Come on, we support you! My mom, who is the happiest woman in the world. My dad, who died in the middle of this, who having nothing, looked for a way to support me. My friends, all of them. If I name them, some will be left out. All the inser staff. My doctor from here, to whom I gave a folder, who I even thought already hated me. And above all, and above everyone, to my doctor from there; Sergio. Confirmed that I was his most difficult patient. I have no way to thank him. Everything I have to tell him, I have already told him but if you finished reading my post and publicly congratulate me, please put an applause and it is for him.
