I could be reading in to what you said, but you used the term "regain some hope". Girl, I am right there with you. I think when we are handed MF we all need to regain some hope.
When we were told about DH's problem I felt like someone had kicked me in my head. I heard the nurse, but didn't really hear the nurse talk about extremelt low counts. I went back to work (like an idiot) and then I got mad as hell. After a brief stint with anger I went into trying to find all of the information I possibly could because I was going to fix this issue immediately so DH and I could go on with the rest of our lives. My little sister is pregnant (due in July-wasn't even trying nor is she married so this pregnancy to her is a complete pain in the tail) so that just compounded my issue.
I could go into all kinds of details but the bottom line is I went freaking psycho basically. Yelled, cried, became stubborn-was just fighting the world. That was my coping skill in the battle of fight or flight. I said horrible things. I kicked the crap out of my cabinets and it split right up the front in the middle of one of my "how the hell can this be happening to us" fits-and let me tell you-I am very house proud and destruction of property is not my forte'.

All of these characteristics are so far from my personality yet they were very much me and very much MY actions at the time.
Looking back I see that there are several contributing factors in this situation to my behavior-ie-doctors not explaining fully what the problem was until we got to the urologist so our initial shock was not taken care of 2-waiting to get into the urologist-it took us basically a month so that month was a month of my destructive spree, 3-my family wanting to put a bandaid on it by telling me to relax, or just got to IVF, blah blah
and 4-the biggest one-this is a crisis. It is a HUGE deal. It is DEVESTATING. It almost destroyed me and I'm not easily pushed-but this took me straight to the edge. It tests your marriage, your mind, your heart, everything. I had a hard time putting this into prospective. I am very much a person that puts things in order and I thought-
crack heads have kids.
People that don't want kids get pregnant
People that don't take care of their kids get pregnant
one of my favorites-people that have been trying WITH me or AFTER me are pregnant or had their kids-I'm not pregnant
WHERE IN THE HECK DOES THIS MAKE SENSE? So I couldn't put it in order. So I got mad and pretty much went mad. And that is okay.
And it's okay that we all get mad. It's hard. It's a horrible experience that I wish I could take away from the world or at least assign it to people that don't need to be reproducing.
So I do hope you regain some hope. I hope you hang in there. I hope we all do as we all are going to make it.