As I write this it is raining outside, and all I hear is the constant pitter patter of water falling on everything it touches. There is something soothing about the downpour; it drowns out all the chaos of the noise that is everyday life, and makes you want to stop and listen. The past couple of months for me have been an accumulation of so. much. noise. So many doctors with things to say, so many people with opinions, so many thoughts of my own rattling around in my brain until I can't take it anymore. When diagnosed with cancer, it's as though things start to move at a faster pace (against your will) and you are placed on a conveyer belt of medical treatments that do not stop moving. I saw my oncologist, had more blood tests, was consulted by an infertility doctor, and my team of doctors were ready to get me started with embryo freezing as a preventative measure against the damage that chemo could cause, and then start with the hormonal injections to keep me in