For this week’s column, I wrote about being referred to a fertility specialist before starting chemo to talk about the possibility of having kids after treatment.
Here’s an excerpt:
“My doctor at first tells me he doesn’t know of any reason I couldn’t have a baby after treatment, as long as I waited long enough. But he ultimately refers me to a fertility clinic in North Carolina that will freeze my eggs and store them, just in case I need them later, if I pay them enough.
I Google the average costs for such a service, check my insurance plan (fertility services are not covered) and then quickly decide to let fate determine whether I’ll ever give birth.
Between that and paying for the impending medical bills for cancer treatment, I couldn’t afford to have children, anyway.
Babies or not will become one more decision this disease will make for me. Just like it could ultimately decide if I live or die.
You can read the whole thing here.
Notes for the memoir 