I am infertile. I have infertility. I am struggling with infertility. There…I’ve said it. It’s out there now. I can’t hide it, nor can I hide from it. I am a Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist who delivers babies, takes care of pregnant women and who many friends turn to as soon as they get that positive pregnancy test.
…All I heard was “melanoma”. I understood it was the spot on my thigh. I understood I was going to have to have additional surgery. Everything else was a blur.
In the fall of 2004, I was 29 years old, and my life was progressing exactly as I had planned. Six months later I was divorced and staring down 30; major portions of my master plan having crumbled down around me. I could have curled up into a ball in mourning over the loss of the life I had envisioned, but that just isn’t me.
The choice to freeze my eggs came easy for me. After working in the medical field for over a decade in women’s health, I had lots of time to debate these sort of topics. I have many friends older than me who also struggle with whether to not to freeze their eggs, and I was able to learn from their experiences.
Miscarriage: For any woman that has had one, it is very hard to see or hear that word. It can bring many emotions or even cause a woman to shut down. It is still hard for me, even now. Let me start from the beginning.