My fertility journey has been built on hope—but starved of answers. I waited. I trusted. I asked. Yet I never met a reproductive specialist. Never received guidance. Never learned how to navigate or advocate for myself in a healthcare system that keeps you in limbo. Months passed. Questions piled up. Silence stayed. By the time clarity could have helped, I had already experienced loss. Miscarriages don’t happen in isolation—they happen when hope is met with delay, and patients are left to figure it out alone. I’m still here. Still hoping. But no one should have to walk this path without answers.