This morning, a FedEx box arrived containing $3,300 worth of medications. And so begins the process of freezing (hopefully without scrambling) my eggs.
“It’s a miracle!” says my best friend Jen, the mother of two.
“You’re so lucky that you have the choice to extend your fertility,” remarks a 44 year-old woman who tried IVF the past several years but failed, and is now using an egg donor and surrogate to have a child.
“OMG, do it!” texts a man my age whose 42 year-old fiancée has had two miscarriages over the past two years.
Yet I can’t help but feel sad as I open the box and sort through the piles of hormones, syringes, needles, and gauze pads, placing a few precious bottles of follicle stimulating hormone (FSH) in the fridge. This is not what I wanted to be doing at age 37½, alone. I wanted to be having a child years ago, with my (now ex) husband. Confronted with such undeniable evidence of my status as a single and childless woman who is running out of time, tears flood out, unbidden and uncontrollable.
I’m grieving… the loss of a romantic dream, the passing of my youth, and something else more elusive: the illusion that if I worked hard, was a kind-hearted and sincere person, served the planet, and safeguarded my own physical and psychological well being, then I would get what I wanted and deserved.
Should I Let Go?
If my Buddhist meditation and yoga practice have drilled one important life lesson into my brain over the past decade, it is: “Let go.” I have gotten better at this in some regards. I let go of a nine-year marriage that wasn’t serving me in my quest to be my best self. I let go, with great difficulty, of another profound relationship when I realized that my soul mate couldn’t meet me in enthusiastic partnership. I have and continue to let go, with dedicated practice, of anger and anxiety about not being where I thought I would be at this stage in my life.
Do I Accept or Fight?
But I sometimes stumble when I confront the issue of my fertility. Yes, it’s important to have faith that I am where I am supposed to be. Yes, I have come to terms with the realities of romance and marriage, which have nothing to do with Disney movies. But where is the line between letting go and taking charge of my desire to have children?
When do I accept, and when do I fight?
Each Passing Month, It Gets Harder
One year ago, I sat in the office of the top fertility doctor at NYU in Manhattan as he presented charts revealing how much more difficult it would become, with each passing month (not year), for me to get pregnant and bear a healthy child due to my age. Egg freezing technology has only just been established as a viable option. Even two years ago, most doctors encouraged their clients to freeze embryos. But this would require me to choose the sperm now, which is precisely not what I’m ready to do.
My Options Have Opened Up
Now that doctors have figured out how to freeze fragile eggs with nearly as much success as they freeze embryos, I can take charge of my fertility. With a few tests, two weeks worth of pricey hormone injections, several ultrasounds, and a simple non-surgical procedure, I can attempt to have my 37½ year-old eggs available to me for the rest of my life. This way, when I meet a partner and we choose to get pregnant, I can use the eggs if we have difficulty or if I’m over 40. Or, should I choose to have a child alone, I can select the sperm at that time and have a greater chance of success with my younger eggs. I am lucky. Egg freezing, from my point of view at least, is a miracle. At approximately $11,000, it is a financial sacrifice that I am willing to make (insurance doesn’t yet cover the procedure).
And so, in this case, I am making the choice not to let go. I may not be able to control when, or if, I meet the man who is ready to settle down, have children, and be my life partner. But I do have control, for a few years longer at least, of my fertility. By taking action, I hang on to the hope that some day, I will find my desire for biological children of my own fulfilled.
Note: This is the first in a series of blog postings in which I will be documenting my egg freezing process in an effort to spread awareness to other women my age. Feel free to contact me directly if you have questions.
About the Author
MeiMei Fox: I write, speak, and live a message of wellness through integration of mind, body and spirit. I’ve worked as a professional freelance writer and editor of non-fiction books on health, spirituality, and psychology for over a decade, including “The Art of Happiness in a Troubled World” by His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Howard Cutler, MD, and “Infinite Life” by Robert Thurman, PhD. I also serve others in navigating their journeys as a life coach and yoga teacher. Since January 2010, I have worked part-time in social media at the Stanford Alumni Association, which leads me to ponder and write about how we can use technology as a tool for deepening our interpersonal connections, self-understanding, and spirituality. After a blessed childhood in Hong Kong (where I got the nickname that stuck for life, MeiMei, which means “little sister” in Chinese), Washington, DC, and Hawaii, I graduated with a BA and MA in psychology from Stanford University. A brief stint as a management consultant at the fantastic McKinsey & Company helped me realize that the corporate life was not for me, and at 25, I set off on my own as a writer. In 2009, I served as Expedition Writer for Alexandra Cousteau’s Expedition: Blue Planet (www.alexandracousteau.org), blogging daily and co-authoring short films about critical water issues in India, Botswana, the Middle East, and the US. I’ve traveled extensively, living for two years in Paris and over 18 months on the road in Asia and Europe, yet San Francisco always calls me home. I have been a self-professed “yogaholic” for nearly ten years, and I meditate daily. I also enjoy swimming, hiking, reading, and engaging in social networking. I consider myself a “spiritual nerd.”
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