Your endometrium is like a fruit cake...a slightly abnormal fruit cake

I finally connected with my RE to get the results of the endometrial function test.

Apparently, the biopsy results showed mild glandular abnormalities; i.e., the "fruit cake" of my endometrium is not looking quite as it should. Specifically, there was one marker present (cyclin E) that is only supposed to appear during the early secretory phases of the menstrual cycle (days 5-19), but in my endometrium, was present much later, during the time when implantation would occur. Which can negatively impact an embryo taking root.

My RE said the level of the abnormality was "mild" and so he says he is inclined to take the news "with a grain of salt." (Grain of salt on the fruit cake of my endometrium. Me thinks this is too many metaphors!) The cyclin E abnormality could be due to morbid obesity (except that I'm not overweight), or infection (not the case), or endometriosis (hey, I have that!), or stress (that too!). Since I've already had a laparoscopy this year to remove endometriosis, there is really not much else to do on that front. And stress, well...I'll do what I can, but it's ubiquitous, you know?

Bottom line, it's unclear what to make of the results, sigh. But the RE doesn't think we should give up on the old uterus just yet - or at least not because of these results. Again, I'm left wondering a bit why we did this test. But I guess the answer to that is to make sure there were no glaring abnormalites. And there weren't. My fruit cake was only subtly off, not grossly malformed.

So that's, I suppose, good news?

The Yale researcher who does this test has a twitter feed called placenta talk. The intro page has quite the graphics, if you want to click over. Who knew the placenta was, um, actually a little gross?

The immunology results we had drawn from the wizard are still outstanding, so we'll see what further murkiness that adds to the picture in a few weeks.

Meanwhile, Will and I will continue to mull and muse and sit in the trenches processing things. Which these days takes place on a mostly nonverbal level. Which is OK by me. For once, I'm out of logic, out of scientific notions, out of problem-solving ideas. Just plumb run dry of everything. So we're just going to sit here where we are for a bit, until we feel like picking ourselves up, dusting ourselves off, and trying something* again.

Mo

*"something" potentially being high dose IUI, IVF with CGH/microarray, donor egg, or adoption.