My polyp is no more. It has ceased to be. It is, in fact, an ex-polyp.
I went in on Monday to have it removed. Fortunately, my private health insurance agreed to cover the cost of the hysteroscopy, and so I was able to go to the Fancy Private Hospital just over the road from the Great Big Infertility Clinic. Dr Approachable is away on his summer holidays at the moment, so the procedure was carried out by Dr Abrupt (who, incidentally, is far less abrupt when working out of the Fancy Private Hospital; perhaps the coffee is better over the road, or the chairs in the doctors' lounge more comfortable?)
Having had a laporoscopy in the past, I had been gearing up for something similar this time round, so was pleasantly surprised to learn that a hysteroscopy is a far more minor procedure. I was able to come home within a couple of hours of waking up, and spent much of yesterday on the sofa, reading magazines and catching up on the second series of Brothers and Sisters. I feel pretty much back to normal today, though.
Dr Abrupt came to see me just before I was discharged. He said that he'd taken the opportunity 'to have a good look round in there', and that everything looked perfectly fine. The polyp appeared benign, and my two small fibroids do not seem to be affecting the endometrium in any way. He is happy to attempt a natural FET on my next cycle.
And so, after the best part of two months on the bench, I will climbing back on board the ART rollercoaster.