Spirituality

Shop Locally

Hubby & I started yes­ter­day in Royal Oak & Fer­n­dale … but today is the day to shop at your local small busi­nesses. If we all shop small, we’ll be giv­ing our econ­omy a big boost!

So shop locally … while think­ing glob­ally

Today, Of All Days …

I may not have chil­dren, but I’m still a Mom.

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Soul Searcher

Hubby & Me on our Hawai­ian Hon­ey­moon in 1996

An unex­pected trip to Chicago this past week­end had Hubby & me enjoy­ing the nice warm weather mostly in the com­forts of our car. But that was okay, since we had good tunes to lis­ten to … and even bet­ter conversations.

Oh, and not to men­tion, a great din­ner in Buck­town Sat­ur­day night fol­lowed by some deli­cious Dim Sum in Chi­na­town the next morn­ing as we left the city.

The week­end wrapped up with a movie; a per­fect way to keep cool on an unsea­son­ably warm Spring Day. I had wanted to see some­thing uplift­ing and inspi­ra­tional, so Hubby & I decided to go see “Soul Surfer.”

Okay, so the inspi­ra­tional part was more sec­ondary to the fact that I just really wanted to see surf­ing. And Hawaii. I just love any movies with Hawaii as the back­drop. And it’s all because it brings back some incred­i­ble Hon­ey­moon mem­o­ries, oh so long ago. So yeah, a movie filmed in Hawaii would make a very happy Emily.

Bethany Hamil­ton still surfs

So yeah, uplift­ing and inspi­ra­tional. And boy … did I get both.

For those that haven’t seen trail­ers or haven’t heard about this movie, it’s based on the true story of Bethany Hamil­ton. If the name doesn’t sound famil­iar, then this prob­a­bly will: Bethany was the 13-​​year old girl who, in 2003 was bit by a shark while surf­ing in Hawaii. She had lost her arm to the shark, but had gone on to con­tinue to surf even after that incident.

I won’t give much of the movie away here, but what I will say is that within 15-​​minutes of the movie I was cry­ing. And I con­tin­ued to cry (inter­mit­tently, that is) through­out the entire movie. It was that good.**

One par­tic­u­lar part of the movie had seri­ously got­ten under my skin. After sus­tain­ing her injury, Bethany obvi­ously began to ques­tion her­self; ques­tion what her big­ger pic­ture in life was. After all, surf­ing was her life … and what could she do now that she no longer could do it well enough to suc­cess­fully com­pete? She had gone to her church’s youth group leader, Sarah Hill (played by Car­rie Under­wood, BTW) and asked her, “Why?” If she had been given this incred­i­ble gift, why would God do this to her?

In the midst of cry­ing, Sarah told her exactly what I thought she would her: That there must be a big­ger plan out there for her. And that only God knows what that plan is.

Yes, I can see all my IF friends rolling their eyes and say­ing, “Yep. Heard that one before.”

And I can tell you that, in the midst of tears, even *I* rolled my eyes. But it’s what Sarah said after­wards that had me cry­ing even more:

First, she said “I don’t know what that plan is.” This always gets bonus points for me, since my expe­ri­ence with the “God must have a big­ger plan” state­ment has always ended with just that one phrase.

If only one time, I could’ve heard the added phrase, “I don’t know what the plan is” from any well-​​intentioned fam­ily or friends … that would’ve less­ened the bur­den in which I felt *I* had to carry this bur­den on my own. That one added piece would have given me the com­fort of know­ing that I wasn’t crazy for being so angry and so con­fused over some­thing that no one (not even an IF Doc­tor) had con­trol over.

Then Sarah goes on to say, “I don’t know why ter­ri­ble things hap­pen to us some­times.  But I have to believe that some­thing good is gonna come out of this.” And that’s the state­ment that had me weeping.

See … that’s the one thing that had been miss­ing once Hubby and I stopped all treat­ments for Infer­til­ity: The belief that there’s some­thing bet­ter wait­ing around the cor­ner for me. That there was some­thing else I could look for­ward to.

In the midst of decid­ing what Hubby & my next steps would be after stop­ping treat­ments, I was too close – too involved – with the smaller pic­ture, that I couldn’t see what the big­ger pic­ture was for me and Hubby. At first I couldn’t see past the anger and pain of being bar­ren to see what else was in my “big­ger pic­ture.”  But even­tu­ally, as the storm clouds pum­meled through and the dust finally set­tled, we both took a step back and decided that liv­ing child-​​free was part of that big­ger picture.

But now, almost two years later … I feel like I’m lost once again. If I can’t be a Mom, then what will I be? What can I do? How am I now going to be able to mea­sure my “suc­cesses” in life … espe­cially since other women and cou­ples can mea­sure there’s by the suc­cess of their children? ***

Hon­ey­moon Sun­set in Hawaii

It’s no mys­tery that I’ve been expe­ri­enc­ing an ongo­ing iden­tity cri­sis. And that Infer­til­ity has played the biggest part into ques­tion­ing who I am … or who I could become. I know that, as this movie por­trays, I should have faith that God knows what my big­ger plan is for my life. I just wish I had the strength and con­vic­tion that Bethany – despite being so young – has that some­thing … any­thing good will come out of some­thing like infertility.

I just wish I could, at the very least, get a glimpse of that big picture.

So with that said … go see “Soul Surfer.” Not only will you see beau­ti­ful shots of Hawaii (Kauai, in fact … my favorite of the islands we’ve visted) … but you will see an incred­i­ble story of a girl who over­came her fears to do some­thing that was within her soul.

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 ** Okay, so the act­ing wasn’t exactly stel­lar, but the story was.

 *** And when I mean suc­cess, I mean those mile­stones in their kids’ lives. First word, first step, first day of school, first date … it can go on and on and on. Grad­u­a­tion, wed­ding, grand­chil­dren … need I go on more?

Blog O’Versary

Four years. That’s how long I’ve been blogging.

It doesn’t seem like it’s been that many years. In that span of time, I’ve come to terms with my inabil­ity to have chil­dren. And Hubby & I have come to the deci­sion to live child-​​free after infertility.

Wow, writ­ing that last para­graph appears as if I’ve reduced the past four years into two sim­ple sen­tences. Except I have 423 posts that say otherwise.

So either I’m too wordy … or I have a lot of issues.

I’m bet­ting on the latter.

Any­way, I fig­ured the best way for me to cel­e­brate my 4th Blog O’Versary (my lit­tle ode to St. Patty’s Day) is to do that (in)famous “Meme of Four.”

Of course there are vari­a­tions of this par­tic­u­lar meme, so since it’s my blo­gov­er­sary … I decided to pick the ones I wanted to answer. So with­out fur­ther ado …

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Four Jobs I’ve Had

  • Whopper-​​Maker for “The King” (and I’m not talk­ing about Elvis, either)
  • Broke Music Store Employee, who spent most of her pay­check on things called “tapes” and “records.”
  • Rockin’ Teacher’s Assis­tant at my University
  • Reg­is­tered Nurse work­ing for the “dreaded” HMO (actu­ally, it was a reward­ing job … )

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Four places I’ve lived
(Yeah, this one was easy)

  • Metro Detroit
  • Metro Detroit
  • Chicago
  • Metro Detroit

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Four shows I like to watch
(I have many, but these are my cur­rent faves)

  • Glee
  • The Good Wife
  • Crim­i­nal Minds
  • Fringe

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Four movies I can watch over and over

  • 10 Things I Hate About You
  • Love, Actu­ally
  • Not­ting Hill
  • Goonies

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Four things I get cross about

  • Tex­ting while driving
  • Self­ish, self-​​centered people
  • Unin­formed and igno­rant statements
  • The lack of problem-​​solving skills in the world today

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Four words/​phrases I use a lot

  • Seri­ously?
  • Y’all (I blame it on all the time I’ve spent in the South for work lately)
  • Naughty!
  • Sorry …

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Four web­sites I visit daily

  • Face­book (admit­tedly addicted)
  • New York Times
  • Ama­zon (I like to “win­dow” shop)
  • Mul­ti­ple Blogs

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Four things I am look­ing for­ward to

  • Our 15th Wed­ding Anniver­sary (in August)
  • Trav­el­ing the world with Hubby (someday)
  • Retire­ment (maybe someday)
  • Grow­ing old with Hubby (definitely … )

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Four things I’ve learned from the past

  • There are things in this world that are waaay beyond our con­trol …
    no mat­ter what sci­ence or med­i­cine can provide
  • It really does take a huge leap of faith in order to move for­ward from loss
  • As Mick says, “You can’t always get what you want”
  • FAMILY:
    • can include every sin­gle aunt, uncle, and cousin you’ve become close to
    • It can also include those peo­ple that have touched your life in some way or another
    • AND most impor­tantly, it can also mean just Hubby and me

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Four things I want to do before I die

  • Spend a month trav­el­ing Europe
  • Write a novel and pub­lish it
  • Move to the Pacific Northwest
  • Spend an entire week some­where on any trop­i­cal beach, read­ing and soak­ing up the sun

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Thank you to all who’ve still kept me on your blog reader. Even though I haven’t been the best of blog­gers lately. Your words and your sup­port (both here on my blog and on Face­book) mean the world to me … and have cer­tainly been my light dur­ing those times of dark­ness. You guys rock!

Forty Days of Night

Forty days ago, my Dad past away. Today, amongst our Filipino-​​Catholic fam­ily and friends, we will be cel­e­brat­ing the 40th day of remembrance.

For those of you that aren’t famil­iar (or haven’t read this pre­vi­ous post), the 40th day is believed to be the day that a loved one has “fin­ished” vis­it­ing his/​her loved ones on earth and is ready to ascend into the heavens.

I won’t lie … it has been an incred­i­bly emo­tional and phys­i­cally exhaust­ing cou­ple of months. Throw the hol­i­days into the mix and … well, yeah. Let’s just say the ham­ster on the wheel inside my head has been work­ing overtime.

As I had expected, there are those days where I’m so busy that I don’t have time to think about the loss of my Dad. And then there are those times … usu­ally dur­ing the most ran­dom moment … where it hits me square in the chest.

My cousin and I, dur­ing the ini­tial 9-​​day Novena period, started to refer to those moments as “Melt­downs.” Some­thing, typ­i­cally some off-​​the-​​wall mem­ory of my Dad, would trans­form me into a blub­ber­ing mess. And although these “melt­downs” don’t hap­pen as read­ily as they did in the first few weeks, I still won­der when I’ll start to feel a bit better.

I have many sto­ries to share … some of them involv­ing sto­ries of “vis­its” from my Dad over the past 40 days … yet I feel I’ve got lit­tle strength to write by the end of the day. This is obvi­ous, as I haven’t had the incli­na­tion to blog over the past few months.

So yeah … this is my sad attempt to start writ­ing again. And maybe when those every-​​day mem­o­ries of my Dad don’t hurt so much, I’ll be able to tell you some of those stories.

But for now, just know that I’m around. And I’m read­ing. And I’m hop­ing to get back into some sort of “nor­mal” again soon.

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Related Posts:

Emily Prays for Nine Days

Emily Hits a Pre­vi­ous 40-​​Day Mark

Leap of Faith

Dar­ling Hubby,

Four­teen years ago, I gave my heart over to you com­pletely. Which makes no sense, because I’m sure you won my heart over the first moment I climbed into that canoe with you on your six­teenth birth­day. Of course, I refused to lis­ten to my heart that day and kept you at arm’s length for two years after that fate­ful moment.

But once I took that leap of faith (and kissed you first ), I knew that you’d be the per­son I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Four­teen years ago today, we sealed our love with our mar­riage vows … and despite the ups and downs in life we’ve had, I wouldn’t trade any moment of it. I would hold your hand and take every leap of faith with you, over and over again.

Happy Anniver­sary, Hubby!

Love Moves in Mys­te­ri­ous Ways
(music and lyrics by Julia Fordham)

Who’d have thought
 this is how the pieces fit?
You and I
 shouldn’t even try mak­ing sense of it
I for­got how we ever came this far
I believe we had rea­sons
 but I don’t know what they are
So blame it on my heart, oh

Love moves in mys­te­ri­ous ways
It’s always so sur­pris­ing
 when love appears over the hori­zon
I’ll love you for the rest of my days
But still, it’s a mys­tery 
of how you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mys­te­ri­ous ways

Heaven knows
 love is just a chance we take
We make plans 
but then love demands a leap of faith
So hold me close
 and never let me go
’Cause even though we think we know 
which way the river flows
That’s not the way love goes, no

Love moves in mys­te­ri­ous ways
It’s always so sur­pris­ing
 when love appears over the hori­zon
I’ll love you for the rest of my days
But still, it’s a mys­tery 
of how you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mys­te­ri­ous ways

Like the tick­ing of the clock
 two hearts beat as one
But I’ll never under­stand
 the ways it’s done

Love moves in mys­te­ri­ous ways
It’s always so sur­pris­ing
 when love appears over the hori­zon
I’ll love you for the rest of my days
But still, it’s a mys­tery 
of how you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mys­te­ri­ous ways

As per­formed by Fil­ipino singer, Nina

 

Practicing What I Preach

Click on the pic to read other 2010 selections

Dear Curi­ous,

Thank you for your com­ment on my pre­vi­ous post. As always, I wel­come any responses to what I write. To me, any response means that I’m effec­tively get­ting my words out into the world.

My last post did not mean to belit­tle Can­cer as a dis­ease. And yes, I real­ize that I was a bit over the top and melo­dra­matic at the end. I truly debated as to whether or not I should respond to you. But then I thought that I should really prac­tice what I preach.

And what I’ve been preach­ing lately is that it’s bet­ter to edu­cate oth­ers about Infer­til­ity than per­pet­u­at­ing a myth.

In this case, it’s the myth that Infer­til­ity is not a dis­ease, but rather just a “con­di­tion” that is a result of a “badly dealt hand” in life.

Or as Mar­garet Wente’s edi­to­r­ial in The Globe and The Mail indi­cates, “Many things in life are deeply unfair, and infer­til­ity is just one of them … … [In the] mean­time, record num­bers of peo­ple are embrac­ing child­less­ness out of choice. It seems that one person’s deep unfair­ness is another’s blessed liberation.”

So, as an RN Case Man­ager … who has not only taken care of many Can­cer patients at the hos­pi­tal and has fol­lowed up with them on an ongo­ing basis after they’ve returned to their homes … let me take the oppor­tu­nity here to dis­pell this myth.

1. Let’s first get our def­i­n­i­tions straight.

Con­di­tion: a usu­ally defec­tive state of health (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

Dis­ease: a con­di­tion of the liv­ing ani­mal or plant body or of one of its parts that impairs nor­mal func­tion­ing and is typ­i­cally man­i­fested by dis­tin­guish­ing signs and symp­toms (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

Can­cer: a term used for dis­eases in which abnor­mal cells divide with­out con­trol and are able to invade other tis­sues (from the National Can­cer Insti­tute website)

Dia­betes: a group of dis­eases char­ac­ter­ized by high blood glu­cose lev­els that result from defects in the body’s abil­ity to pro­duce and/​or use insulin (from the Amer­i­can Dia­betes Asso­ci­a­tion website)

Infer­til­ity: a dis­ease of the repro­duc­tive sys­tem defined by the fail­ure to achieve a clin­i­cal preg­nancy after 12 months or more of reg­u­lar unpro­tected sex­ual inter­course (as defined by the World Health Orga­ni­za­tion, as stated by the Amer­i­can Soci­ety for Repro­duc­tive Med­i­cine website).

2. Now, let’s dis­cuss the dif­fer­ence between a con­di­tion and a disease.

Many dis­eases started out as a being known as a “con­di­tion.” Dia­betes was a “sugar con­di­tion.” Asthma was a “breath­ing con­di­tion.” It’s not until sci­ence began to do more research to deter­mine the rea­son for its abnor­mal pat­terns in func­tion­ing that a con­di­tion came to be called a disease.

To me, this is why giv­ing voice to Infer­til­ity and edu­cat­ing the gen­eral pop­u­la­tion is extremely impor­tant: so that more research can be done to dis­cover how to effec­tively and con­sis­tently treat Infer­til­ity. And when I mean “con­sis­tently,” I mean that there should be a spe­cific path­way (or guide­line to fol­low) for treat­ment of Infer­til­ity. Much like there are stan­dards of prac­tice for treat­ment of the var­i­ous types of Cancer.

3. Now let me dis­cuss why I think all dis­eases aren’t fatal, as you’ve indicated.

Eczema isn’t fatal. Scle­ro­derma isn’t fatal. Dia­betes isn’t even fatal. What’s fatal is what hap­pens if appro­pri­ate treat­ment is not car­ried out. That’s when other health con­di­tions (or comor­bidi­ties) can add to the com­pli­ca­tions involv­ing the disease.

Going back to Dia­betes: If a Diabetic’s blood sugar isn’t con­trolled prop­erly, then this could lead to dia­betic nephropa­thy — or kid­ney dis­ease. This is caused by the kid­neys work­ing over­time to fil­ter out pro­tein from the body. Con­tin­ued over­work­ing can cause kid­ney fail­ure which could, again if untreated could cause tox­i­c­ity in the body, ulti­mately lead­ing to death. But would a pathol­o­gist con­sider dia­betes as the cause of death in a sit­u­a­tion like this? Likely no; it would most likely be kid­ney fail­ure as a com­pli­ca­tion from Diabetes.

Now, sub­sti­tute dia­betes in this sit­u­a­tion with, let’s say … pan­cre­atic can­cer. Again, pan­cre­atic can­cer could more likely be the com­pli­ca­tion in a fatal sit­u­a­tion such as this.

4. So now let me talk about why I think com­pli­ca­tions from Infer­til­ity can be fatal.

First there’s the idea of an abnor­mal repro­duc­tive sys­tem; which, like most dis­eases, could be caused from a vari­ety of dif­fer­ent sources. In this case, it’s dur­ing any part of the repro­duc­tive cycle. But just for sh*ts and gig­gles … let’s say that — in deter­min­ing the cause for Infer­til­ity — the woman dis­cov­ers that she has Ovar­ian Can­cer. Or we find out that the man has Tes­tic­u­lar Can­cer. Then I could log­i­cally assume (as you’ve pointed out) that Infer­til­ity can be related to Can­cer (or vice versa, for that mat­ter) and any com­pli­ca­tions that result from Can­cer can be fatal.

Or … how about this? Let’s say, in the quest to have a child, a woman who has put her body at risk to become preg­nant is sud­denly more at risk dur­ing her preg­nancy because of Pre-​​ecclampsia. And sud­denly it becomes evi­dent that a choice needs to be made as to whether to save the woman or her baby? I know women who have trag­i­cally been through this. And I hope, some­time in your life that you might have some empa­thy for them …

5. And finally, speak­ing of sym­pa­thy … I must point out that sym­pa­thy for my Infer­til­ity is not what I’m ask­ing from you … or from anyone.

What I really want is empa­thy. And that would mean that I’d want the under­stand­ing from oth­ers that Infer­til­ity is a dis­ease and it deserves to be rec­og­nize. It’s not some­thing to be swept under the rug or ignored.

And quite frankly, I would hope that a per­son with Can­cer would also want empa­thy rather than sym­pa­thy. For me, some­one who is sym­pa­thetic can only “feel” pity and sor­row for someone’s mis­for­tune. While a per­son who is empa­thetic has the abil­ity to rec­og­nize, com­pre­hend, per­ceive and directly feel the emo­tion of another. Seri­ously. I’d rather have some­one rec­og­nize and com­pre­hend how dif­fi­cult it is to be in my sit­u­a­tion than to just sim­ply say (per­haps in their head), “Too bad, so sad.”

So here’s one last set of definitions.

Sym­pa­thy: the feel­ing or men­tal state brought about by such sen­si­tiv­ity (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

Empa­thy: the action of under­stand­ing, being aware of, being sen­si­tive to, and vic­ar­i­ously expe­ri­enc­ing the feel­ings, thoughts, and expe­ri­ence of another of either the past or present with­out hav­ing the feel­ings, thoughts, and expe­ri­ence fully com­mu­ni­cated in an objec­tively explicit man­ner (from Merriam-​​Webster Online Dictionary)

So hope­fully you now have a bet­ter under­stand­ing of why I wrote my last post.

I’m not ask­ing for more recog­ni­tion than what Can­cer, with its mul­ti­tude of com­mu­nity sup­port, already has. I’m just sim­ply ask­ing for recog­ni­tion.

And finally … just so you know. I am a sur­vivor of Infer­til­ity … not because one of my par­ents suf­fered from Infer­til­ity (because my Mom did ) … and not because I ended up hav­ing chil­dren (because I didn’t) … I con­sider myself a sur­vivor because I was able to sus­tain years of treat­ment for Infer­til­ity and came out the other end of a ver­rry long tun­nel with my dig­nity (rel­a­tively) intact.

Best of luck in wher­ever your life takes you,
Emily

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Secrets of an Infertile

The first time I ever took a home preg­nancy test (HPT) was on the morn­ing of first wed­ding anniver­sary. Hubby & I had only recently decided that we were ready to start the next phase in our lives together. Plus, Aunt Flo had been miss­ing for over a week by then, so I fig­ured it was time.

I won’t lie … I also thought that the prospect of pre­sent­ing pos­i­tive “pee stick” as an anniver­sary gift would have made our first wed­ding anniver­sary together all that more memorable.

But when the test came back neg­a­tive, I threw the stick away and climbed back into bed to cud­dle with Hubby who was still sound asleep. And yes, I was dis­ap­pointed … but at that time in our lives, Infer­til­ity was just a dis­tant diag­no­sis, which was … in no way, related to me.

I’ve never told any­one this story before because until today, it wasn’t some­thing that I con­sid­ered very rel­e­vant to my life as an “Infertile.”

Hubby had been privy to this story, because later that day he hap­pened upon the open HPT pack­age in the trash and won­dered why I took one. But oth­er­wise, no one else in our lives had a clue that we were even “actively try­ing” at the time.

It was some­thing that Hubby & I, as a young mar­ried cou­ple, wanted to keep to ourselves.

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It’s only nat­ural that most cou­ples wish to keep their deci­sions on family-​​planning a secret. Okay … maybe not so much a secret, but more of a dis­cus­sion that hap­pens strictly between the couple.

After all, it really should be no one’s busi­ness to know what’s going on in a couple’s sex life. Right?

But what hap­pens when love and mar­riage don’t auto­mat­i­cally lead to the prover­bial baby car­riage? And what if months — nay, years go by with­out hav­ing any­thing to show but a garbage full of neg­a­tive preg­nancy test?

What if you had spent thou­sands of dol­lars for an infer­til­ity diag­no­sis and work-​​up? And then turned around and spent even more money on try­ing to “fix” the med­ical prob­lems so that you could pro­duce a bio­log­i­cal child of your own?

Should a cou­ple still keep their family-​​building plans and the infer­til­ity diag­no­sis a secret?

What if you and your spouse had to con­tin­u­ously be poked by var­i­ous nee­dles and prod­ded by var­i­ous health pro­fes­sion­als, month after month, just to deter­mine when the opti­mal time was to repro­duce? To go home and have a romp in the bed­room (stress-​​free, of course)? To col­lect a man spec­i­men in the com­fort of a ster­ile clinic? To have to sit nice and pretty in those G*d-awful stir­rups? Only to be dis­ap­pointed month after month …

Would it still be inap­pro­pri­ate for a cou­ple to talk about how infer­til­ity has affected their lives?

What if you or your spouse were done pur­su­ing the med­ical route of infer­til­ity and decided to adopt? What if you spent an addi­tional thou­sands of dol­lars in order to be scru­ti­nized by adop­tion agen­cies, local and fed­eral gov­ern­ment offi­cials? Just so these agen­cies can deter­mine if you were “wor­thy” enough to be parents?

What if the Birth Mom/​Family decided to change their minds at the last minute? Or what if the coun­try you decided to pur­sue an inter­na­tional adop­tion decided to close their doors on all adoptions?

Would now be a good time to talk to loved ones about infertility?

And finally, what if you and your spouse thought­fully and thor­oughly con­sid­ered all your other options to build your fam­ily … and after years of dis­ap­point­ment and heartache, decided that liv­ing child-​​free was your best path in life?

Would it be okay for the cou­ple to com­fort­ably dis­cuss this deci­sion with any ran­dom stranger who asks if the cou­ple has any kids?

These are dif­fi­cult ques­tions to answer. I know; as I’ve had to dis­sect each indi­vid­ual ques­tion with a fine-​​tooth comb. I’ve had to deter­mine how each answer would affect the rest of my life and my rela­tion­ships with those I’ve felt close to at one time or another.

The truth is, each per­son … each cou­ple and/​or the fam­ily & friends that are affected by this couple’s infer­til­ity … will have dif­fer­ent answers. That’s because each person’s jour­ney through infer­til­ity can be dif­fer­ent than the per­son stand­ing next to him or her. Even if they were sit­ting next to each other at an Infer­til­ity Specialist’s office.

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I find it sad that soci­ety deems “family-​​building” dis­cus­sions as a pri­vate issue amongst infer­tile couples.

Huh?! WTF …

Okay, let me reword that last state­ment: I find it dis­ap­point­ing that soci­ety deems “fam­ily build­ing” dis­cus­sions as inap­pro­pri­ate when it comes to Infertility.

While I do think that there are cer­tain dis­cus­sions and deci­sions that should be left pri­vate amongst the infer­tile cou­ple, I do think that other con­ver­sa­tions should be okay to dis­cuss with other peo­ple … other fam­ily mem­bers and friends and other infer­tile couples.

Because if any­thing, Infer­tiles can be the worse when it comes to openly talk­ing about their expe­ri­ences and emo­tions when it comes to build­ing their family.

There’s an arti­cle in SELF Magazine’s August issue that out­lines this exact issue.

This arti­cle (aptly titled “This Woman Has A Secret”) found that a recent sur­vey indi­cates that 61% of infer­til­ity patients hide their strug­gle to get preg­nant from friends and family.

And see­ing that 1 in 8 Amer­i­can cou­ples expe­ri­ence infer­til­ity … well, yeah. That’s a lot of peo­ple that aren’t talk­ing about the heady emo­tions that can be asso­ci­ated with the inabil­ity to reproduce.

Along with those ques­tions I pre­vi­ously posed, other com­mon con­cerns that an infer­tile cou­ple can expe­ri­ence include the fear that their life will be eter­nally empty. Or the sense that the cou­ple is dam­aged or broken.

Both amplify the shame already incurred by the cou­ple; as they likely feel dif­fer­ent from being dif­fer­ent than other “nor­mally repro­duc­ing” fam­ily and friends.

Both make the cou­ple more embar­rassed to talk about these strug­gles and asso­ci­ated emo­tions with their loved ones.

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It’s a dif­fi­cult thing … want­ing to talk about a person’s (or couple’s) indi­vid­ual jour­ney through infer­til­ity. It’s ten-​​times more dif­fi­cult, given the shame that’s asso­ci­ated with infertility.

As the SELF arti­cle points out, it gets even more exhaust­ing when an infer­tile couple:

… become slaves of their monthly cycle; often unable to leave town even for a week­end get­away due to daily mon­i­tor­ing for hor­mone lev­els and egg counts. When month after month a cou­ple fails to get preg­nant, their lives stall and the ques­tion of whether or not their fam­ily will expand looms over deci­sions about the car they buy, the house they live in, the clothes they purchase.

And this, along with many other rea­sons, is why many infer­tile cou­ples choose to keep their “family-​​building” strug­gles a secret. Why they con­tinue with the façade that “family-​​building” dis­cus­sions should remain per­sonal, as soci­ety dictates.

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After years of keep­ing my strug­gle a secret … of bury­ing the emo­tions I’ve felt for so long … I believe that it is extremely impor­tant to talk about these issues. And I think it’s impor­tant for an indi­vid­ual to find their own out­let or sup­port systems.

Hubby & I became “shad­ows” of our for­mer self …

But first and fore­most, I think it’s very impor­tant to keep an open com­mu­ni­ca­tion with your Spouse/​SO. Because if there is any­one else who should know what you’re going through, it should be the per­son who is trav­el­ing down the infer­til­ity jour­ney with you.

For Hubby & I, it’s a path that we took together, hand-​​in-​​hand. We made it a point to talk about each of our con­cerns openly and hon­estly (yes, even the scary parts) so that we knew where we both were at emo­tion­ally. And if one per­son was even slightly ahead of the other per­son, we’d make an effort to “wait” until both of us were both “on board” before mak­ing any major deci­sions. There was no push­ing or prod­ding; there was patience and under­stand­ing that both of us dealt with our issues in very unique manners.

If any­thing … that was my sav­ing grace in our jour­ney together. Hubby was my rock — my torch, so to speak, light­ing my way through the dark­ness. And I hope that he can say the same thing for me as well.

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As for other sup­port sys­tems out­side of the cou­ple … It’s dif­fi­cult to find sup­port out there. I know; I’ve tried.

I’ve sought sup­port amongst my loved ones; my friends. But it’s hon­estly hard for them to com­pletely under­stand what it’s like, unless they’re walk­ing in your shoes, your path.

But after years (and years) of deal­ing with Infer­til­ity, I’ve finally learned to turn this expe­ri­ence around by edu­cat­ing oth­ers about my jour­ney. And I did this by debunk­ing state­ments (like “just relax”) and myths (like “just adopt and you’ll get preg­nant”) when­ever they would sur­face in those inevitable conversations.

This is because I believe that the more an Infer­tile per­son openly dis­cusses their expe­ri­ences, the more that the gen­eral pop­u­la­tion will under­stand and learn to empathize with the Infer­til­ity community.

I hope that this is a les­son that other Infer­tile cou­ples can learn from my own expe­ri­ence: Talk openly about it now, so that oth­ers can be more empa­thetic to the Infer­til­ity path.

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I’ve also tried to find sup­port in an Infer­til­ity Sup­port Group.

For me, that was not my cup of tea. My expe­ri­ence mim­ic­ked how another per­son in the SELF arti­cle so aptly stated, “Every­one gets up and tells their suc­cess sto­ries. Infer­til­ity treat­ment isn’t always about success.”

But … that may not be the case for every sup­port group. So please … you should still seek out an Infer­til­ity sup­port group before pass­ing any judg­ment. It just may just be the per­fect out­let for you.

*****

Finally, (and only after a major cat­a­strophic life event) I tried some indi­vid­ual coun­sel­ing. And that planted the seed that allowed me to talk about my Infer­til­ity and the emo­tions that came with those struggles.

My advice for an Infer­tile per­son try­ing to find the right ther­a­pist? Talk to your Infer­til­ity Spe­cial­ist and ask for a rec­om­men­da­tion. If you’re not cur­rently see­ing a spe­cial­ist; call one in your area and ask. Chances are, the Front Desk staff or the RN in the office will be more than will­ing to give you a rec­om­men­da­tion. If not, check out RESOLVE’s web­site for a list of pro­fes­sion­als in the area.

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Again, huh?!

There’s one more out­let for sup­port that I want to point out. And this out­let, I must say, has been the most ther­a­peu­tic for me.

After much encour­age­ment from my ther­a­pist, I sought out sup­port from online com­mu­ni­ties. I started out by read­ing mes­sage boards and even­tu­ally sought out per­sonal blogs. From there, I stum­bled onto Mel’s list and found an entire blo­gos­phere of peo­ple that I sud­denly felt I could relate to.

Sud­denly I wanted to share my story. I wanted oth­ers to know what *I* had gone through in my jour­ney. And, because there wasn’t enough rep­re­sen­ta­tion from the Asian-​​American/​Filipino-​​American com­mu­nity, I wanted to let those Infer­tile individuals/​couples know that they weren’t alone.

And, as the Asian-​​American cul­ture typ­i­cally simul­ta­ne­ously praises Moth­er­hood and yet frowns upon dis­cus­sions lead­ing up to Moth­er­hood, *I* wanted to have an out­let for where I can point other fam­ily mem­bers and friends to read when the inevitable, “What? You don’t want kids?” ques­tions came up.

The sup­port I’ve received from the three years I’ve now been writ­ing on this blog have been over­whelm­ing. Not only have I met the most incred­i­ble peo­ple who get me (and under­stand my wacky sense of humor), but I’ve found sup­port in old friends and fam­ily that I might never have found any other way.

So yes … if any­thing, I encour­age writ­ing a blog as an out­let for your Infer­til­ity issues. I encour­age you to write about your strug­gles, your emo­tions … your biggest fears and worst night­mares and post it for the world to see. I encour­age you to be hon­est, as well.

But most impor­tantly, I encour­age adver­tis­ing it to your friends and fam­ily. Because we all know that keep­ing secrets from your loved ones (whether big or small) can ulti­mately be frus­trat­ing and tir­ing for all involved.

So why not let the secret out?

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I write this to let other Infer­tile cou­ples know that they do not have to suf­fer through these strug­gles alone.

I write this to encour­age other Infer­tiles to talk about their expe­ri­ences to others.

And I write this to ensure that those now-​​parents – those who suf­fered through Infer­til­ity on their way to par­ent­hood – con­tinue to share their strug­gles of Infer­til­ity … regard­less of how busy their lives may be, now that they have children.**

I write this to make sure that Infer­til­ity no longer remains a secret.

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Related Posts:

A brief his­tory of Emily’s Infer­til­ity Journey

When Emily decided enough was enough

Why Emily blogs for Infer­tile Asian/​Filipino-​​Americans

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** This was the only beef I had about the SELF arti­cle. For all that it said about the impor­tance of “let­ting the secret out,” the last sen­tence in the arti­cle is what soured me the most:

Work­ing behind the scenes [of sup­port­ing the Infer­til­ity com­mu­nity] is one option, but [Lisa] says, ‘I’m sure my vol­un­teer efforts will be for schools or parks. Once I have twins, I’ll have a lot less free time.”

Hind­sight is always 20/​20 …

Feelin’ Lucky

The Happy Newlyweds

Hubby & I have spent the past week in Canada. While the main rea­son was to cel­e­brate his cousin’s wed­ding in Toronto last Fri­day, we spent the past week tour­ing East­ern Ontario and Québec. And actu­ally, as I type this … we’re on a three-​​hour tour bus drive from Kingston back to Toronto, where we first started this bus tour.

The main pur­pose of doing these tours is because Hubby’s Uncle and Aunt have flown in from the Philip­pines to attend the wed­ding. Since they’ve flown halfway around the world, Hubby’s par­ents as well as the other fam­ily mem­bers liv­ing in North Amer­ica have decided to have a “mini”-reunion to show Hubby’s Uncle a small chunk of Canada.

And when I say “mini” … I mean that it’s a smaller por­tion of Hubby’s entire fam­ily. Dur­ing the actual wed­ding week­end, the total num­ber of fam­ily mem­bers (includ­ing aunts/​uncles, cousins, chil­dren of cousins, and all sig­nif­i­cant oth­ers) equaled 37. When we went to Nia­gara Falls on Mon­day, about 25 of those fam­ily mem­bers were still around for an overnight stay. And when we started the three-​​day bus tour on Wednes­day, we whit­tled down to 17. Regard­less, it has been an incred­i­ble week with the fam­ily … some­thing that we haven’t done since Jan­u­ary 2008. And unfor­tu­nately, that hap­pened to be in Vir­ginia Beach when Hubby’s grand­mother passed away.

Only a hand­ful of the “young” cousins with Hubby

In that two-​​year time period, four new chil­dren were added to the fam­ily. One was our niece, Kairi and the sub­se­quent three babies were girls born between 2009 and early 2010. In addi­tion, Hubby has much-​​younger cousins between the ages of thir­teen and eight. The other young kids are chil­dren from his sis­ter (Tyler) and his first cousins. This puts the total of “young kids” four­teen years old and younger at twelve.

That’s twelve kids being watched over by par­ents; twelve kids being beck­oned by the var­i­ous par­ents and their “Tita” or “Tito”** or “Até” or “Kuya.”*** Twelve kids all call­ing out “Mom” or “Dad” and approx­i­mately seven sets of par­ents respond­ing to that title.

That’s about eleven of Hubby’s Aunts /​ Uncles /​ First Cousins out of the 37 fam­ily mem­bers that have young kids under the age of eigh­teen.  If my math is right, this also means that about twelve of those 37 fam­ily mem­bers are either par­ents of older kids (eigh­teen or older).

Par­tial Group shot in Old Quebec

Then there’s Hubby & me; the child­less cou­ple. We’re not counted amongst those who have chil­dren at any age. We’re only counted as chil­dren of Hubby’s par­ents. And we only get the title of “Tita/​Tito” or “Até/​Kuya.”

But we’re def­i­nitely not called “Mom” or “Pa” (which is what Hubby’s fam­ily calls their Dads).

Now, I know what you’re think­ing … here goes Emily, once again, com­plain­ing about not being a Mother; of not being able to expe­ri­ence what its’ like to be called “Mom” or “Mommy.” And yes, I do admit that it has been bit­ter­sweet this past week when see­ing all the babies dressed up for the wed­ding; when see­ing all the other Aunts and Uncles and Cousins pass­ing the new addi­tions to the fam­ily around the group, oohing and ahhing and fuss­ing over them. (Although, I do fully admit I took part in such activity … )

But you know what? I actu­ally found the sil­ver lin­ing in all the hul­la­baloo of the “World of Babies/​Children.” And that sil­ver lin­ing is this:

Hubby being silly with our nephew & cousin

I was actu­ally ecsta­tic that I didn’t have to respond to being called “Mom” … espe­cially when it was in regards to the con­stant ques­tions from the kids older than four years old about what was going on next.  Or why we had to leave now to go to our next des­ti­na­tion. And I cer­tainly didn’t mind that I wasn’t respon­si­ble with hav­ing to deal with atti­tudes or behav­iors that the kids doled out once they got grumpy.

While I dealt with each instance that came my way or hap­pened dur­ing our “watch” over them****, I have to say that I finally appre­ci­ate the fact that I’m “just the Aun­tie” or “just Até Emily” to all the kids.

In fact, I can hon­estly say with­out a doubt that Hubby and I are lucky. And I don’t mean “lucky” in the sense that, as a Child-​​Free cou­ple, we don’t have to deal with the day to day issues of being a par­ent … because, I still wouldn’t trade the oppor­tu­nity to raise a child for any­thing else in the world.

Great “can­did” photo of the older kids

No, I mean “lucky” in the sense that we get to be the “Cool Aun­tie and Uncle” to the chil­dren. We get to take the kids around to do fun things (while hope­fully giv­ing the par­ents a bit of a reprieve) when we want to and/​or are able to. And we get to “play” with them and joke around with them as much as we want.

But most impor­tantly, we also get to be the ones who they can talk openly to;  feel com­fort­able around to ask some dif­fi­cult or sen­si­tive ques­tions. And we’re the ones whose words, at this point in their lives, can make some sort of impact on them; put a dif­fer­ent per­spec­tive in mind for them … even if they’ve been told the same things twenty times over by their par­ents. And it feels great.

I can hon­estly say that the time we spent with Hubby’s youngest fam­ily mem­bers has been won­der­ful and truly sat­is­fy­ing. And I hope that dur­ing the week we’ve spent with them, we’ve been able to con­tribute to last­ing mem­o­ries and life lessons that they can take back with them to their own homes.

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Related Posts

Fam­ily Fun in Nia­gara Falls

The Mr. Apron Strings Fam­ily Bubble

Wel­com­ing Kairi to the world

Preg­nancy New(s) Edi­tion (PWP)

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** Means Aunt or Uncle in Taga­log (the native lan­guage of the Philippines)

*** In Taga­log, Até (ah-​​teh; fem­i­nine) or Kuya (koo-​​yah; mas­cu­line) is a title given to show respect to your elder sib­lings or cousins.

**** And believe me, this week there were lots of times where we vol­un­tar­ily offered to take respon­si­bil­ity for the kids.

Prob­a­bly my most fave pic from this trip. We’d go back to Que­bec City if we could!

A Folgers Moment

Hubby & I are back in Michi­gan for a few days; and I must admit that it’s good to be home. Espe­cially after the past cou­ple of weeks, post-​​employment.

Would LOVE this view with my Morn­ing Java …

I won’t lie. I’ve been com­pletely stressed out over the unem­ploy­ment issue. Between Hubby not get­ting paid in a timely man­ner (despite work­ing non –stop on mul­ti­ple jobs for the past few weeks) and me not bring­ing any income … we’ve been up late and night wor­ry­ing about finances. And my job hunt has been painstak­ingly slow (well, at least in my eyes anyway).

So being in Michi­gan … and not hav­ing to be back to return on Mon­day to a non-​​existent job … has been nice. Minus the mul­ti­ple loads of laun­dry we’ve brought back with us and clean­ing up around the house we now con­sider our “home away from the city”, we should be able to relax … even for just a lit­tle bit.

We came home yes­ter­day after­noon in time for Tyler’s Con­fir­ma­tion; where Hubby was given the honor of being his Spon­sor. After­ward, we spent time at the In-​​Laws try­ing to con­vince Kairi that we were, indeed the same Aun­tie & Uncle she vis­ited ear­lier in April. And after din­ner, we spent time try­ing to sharpen Tyler’s Scrab­ble skills by play­ing a cou­ple of games. So by the time we arrived back at our house, it was pretty late and it took all of a few moments before the dog was fed and we were in bed for the night.

Hubby & I crashed so hard that when the alarm I set on my phone went off this morn­ing, I picked my phone up and “answered” it. And while I admit­tedly slept well in our won­der­ful nonIKEA queen-​​sized bed … I have to admit that I woke up feel­ing stressed. It’s as the minute my eyes opened, my mind bypassed neu­tral and went straight into overdrive.

Yeah. I’m that pitiful.

In any case, after a few moments of toss­ing and turn­ing in bed I got up to take a very anx­ious Kozzy out for her morn­ing busi­ness. After all, If I couldn’t calm myself down … the least I could do was calm Pacey McPacer down. So I took puppy-​​girl and headed out our front door. As she did her busi­ness next to a cou­ple of bushes on our front lawn, I sat on our porch to take in the morn­ing air. Then Kozzy decided to do the same thing; lay­ing on the grass to bathe in the morn­ing sun­shine. It was … the most relax­ing moment I’ve had in a looong time.

And because I had to share the moment with my best friend, I went back in and grabbed Hubby. We sat there for a spell, tak­ing in the sights and sounds of a beau­ti­ful Sun­day morn­ing and absorb­ing the tran­quil­ity of our sur­round­ing. No trains pass­ing by in the dis­tance, no traf­fic down the street … no taxis honk­ing at the cars in front of them. Other than the sounds of birds chirp­ing and the slight breeze pass­ing by, it was so quiet.

A Cou­ples Mas­sage would be nice right about now …

Unfor­tu­nately, we had places to be by lunch so we reluc­tantly went back in. Even Hubby agreed that it was a nice calm­ing moment … say­ing that the only thing that would make it bet­ter is if we could go to the spa and get a mas­sage**. And I couldn’t have agreed with him more!

But wow … what a per­fect way to col­lect our thoughts and start the day. If I could find away to cap­ture that moment and relive it every morn­ing, I totally would. But then I guess this wouldn’t be a moment I’d be able to trea­sure forever.

I wouldn’t be able to doc­u­ment my own per­sonal “Fol­gers Moment” …

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** The irony? Our Kozzy-​​girl is the one with a Spa Day. She gets to go to the groomer tomor­row and get a bath and her nails trimmed … or, as I’ve been call­ing it, a “Pedi-​​Pedi”! Is it wrong that I’m jealous?!

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