The ultrasound yesterday showed that the cysts are still there, but they are getting smaller. I guess there is that. They are getting smaller. But damn, I wanted them to be gone or so small that they don’t matter. I wanted the green light. Instead we got the sort-of green light. We got the “let’s go ahead and move forward while remaining cognizant of the fact that that fiesty little cyst on your wife’s left ovary may very well be affected by the estrogen we are about to start pumping into her body, which could cause her lining to shed and screw up her whole cycle.” It’s a crap shoot. It may be a problem, it may not be. We’ll just have to patient and see how things unfold. Yeah.