"Saying goodbye in slow motion": this morning, that's what Mia and Urs said they needed. Tomorrow morning I will have another beta. No bated breath for me – only the hope that they will receive the closure they need.
Even as this door slowly sighs to a close, they've already started feeling their way to the next.
Four frozen blastocysts – one, maybe two last chances for Mia and Urs before moving on to donor egg.
If it works, I mean really works from start to finish on their last go before starting on a different road, well, that would be poetic justice, wouldn't you say?
And what superhero, real or imagined, doesn't want to fight for a little poetic justice?