Know what happens when you haven’t had a cycle in almost 3 months and your first cycle you start your Letrozole amidst what feels like your uterus being forcefully ripped out and your whole life being drained out of you? You ugly cry when you get home and find out your husband ate the last of the ice cream. Big sobbing gulping tears.
Two more days of Femara then hopefully I won’t be big gaping sore of feel all the things.
*I understand that this is all dramatic as hell –insert shrug here–*