I know it’s been a couple weeks since my last post. I made this blog to keep myself committed to discussing everything I’m going through and how I’m going through it — but sometimes, it’s hard. It’s hard to focus.
In the past couple of weeks since I’ve posted, I went to see MSK again and I spent countless time over the phone between insurance and doctors.
In the time between meeting the fertility clinic and now, I found out that Oocyte Preservation (because egg harvesting sounds gross and oocyte sounds… better?) is not covered through insurance. Thankfully, the lovely people at Reproductive Medicine Associates of NJ connected me with the Livestrong organization who tirelessly work in
helping cancer survivors and their loved ones has been our goal from day one. We believe in putting the survivor first, and that is why we created tools and resources to help ease the challenges of a cancer diagnosis.
I am grateful. To them, the price of my procedure is cut in half (still a hefty chunk) and I’ve been able to work out a payment plan with RMANJ to cover the rest.
As grateful as I am, I think that there is something interesting about this process. My insurance deemed the procedure unnecessary and, I suppose, in the grand scheme of all things — it is. But to me? I couldn’t comprehend what I would be if I couldn’t have children. I have always considered adoption and/or fostering in my future along with having my own children but, as I mentioned in the last post, I never wanted to consider not being able to get pregnant.
It’s been hard to think of anything else in these past few days but now that I have a plan, I feel more settled and much more at peace.
On to the next thing!