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So, what were we talking about? Oh right. Fertility clinics around the globe replacing both Disney and South Beach as the hottest vacation destinations.
I've been writing about this all week and I'll be honest: Up until about an hour ago...I still didn't get it.
Lots of people, mostly travel agents and doctors abroad, have been singing the praises of other countries for fertility treatments: "The weather's great! The beaches are beautiful! Try to come during opera season!"
All week I kept thinking: "I'm going there for a medical emergency. A family crisis. And you're trying to sell me on the weather?!"
How do I put this delicately? Who gives a sht about the weather?! Where the doctor will be looking, the weather's always the same: "Warm and Dark".
I'm coming over there to get my uterus poked for less money than they charge to poke it over here. I'm glad the opera will be in town. Maybe during my procedure, their screaming will drown out mine.
Then, about an hour ago, I finally realized my problem: All week, we've been looking at this from a fertility patient's point of view. I think we need to stop...
And look at this whole "Traveling Abroad for Treatments" thing... From a Jet-Setter's point of view. (To be continued at:)
Today is Fertility Authority Friday. Please head over there for the rest of this brand new post. I'll talk with ya again on Monday.