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I've posted on this topic before, but I'm dealing with it again this week, so I'm going to share. If you can't handle people feeling "anger" then stop reading now, because I'm not interested in a lecture about how much better you handle problems than I do, nor am I interested in a sanctimonious self-righteous little speech about "letting go" of anger/rage/bitterness/fury until I'm done dealing with it. Maybe shoving it down into a little box that you can ignore works for you, but I'm a "take it out and look at it first" person, and I'm looking HARD.
You see, I am TEN WEEKS pregnant with TWINS!!! Oh, happiness! Oh, joy! My husband and I have been trying for children for EIGHT YEARS, and because I have a rare birth defect (that only interferes with my ability to conceive, but not carry), it has been a LONG journey. I've been pregnant three times before, and miscarried all of them due to poor embryo quality; I cannot tell you how many tears I've cried over those losses, and the strength it required to "try again" when my heart was breaking and part of me just wanted to die for grief....
But those times are over, right? I've been blessed with TWINS! Yeah! And I am happy and joyful --
And so unbelievably PISSED OFF I can barely speak of it.
You see, the things people don't like to "remember" because they aren't really "important" have been impacting my life for the last EIGHT YEARS. While history can be a dull subject, let me remind you of it:
The first baby conceived using In Vitro Fertilization technology was born in England in 1978. Then Ronald Reagan decided a few years later that he didn't want INFERTILITY RESEARCH being done in the United States because "it was too much like people playing God," so the National Institute of Health and anybody who received federal monies from the government (like Universities, etc.) were not ALLOWED to use those funds on things like IVF, etc. His successor George H. W. Bush continued the policy, and so we in the United States LOST TWELVE YEARS OF RESEARCH OPPORTUNITIES while the rest of the civilized world continued to advance their science and technology.
Its almost enough to make one laugh -- in the middle ages, birth defects were deemed "proof" that the parents had engaged in sex in "unapproved" positions, or on holy days, and at the later part of the twentieth century, the leader of the "free world" decided that God only put souls in babies who were conceived with "penis in vagina" methods -- except for the sperm donor babies, which had been happening using the equivalent of turkey basters for decades, where God made exceptions for "those people."
Ah, but fast forward to President William J. Clinton, who reversed those decrees within seventy-two hours of being in office, and suddenly, IVF in the United States went from costing $60,000 a try with small chance of success to today's $6,000 with a positive outcomes ranging from 60-95%, depending on the clinic you go to.
My mother talked with me about this recently, when I explained the problem I am having with my Anger. She said that the people who supported Reagan and his policies really didn't understand what they were saying -- that I shouldn't be a mother -- because it wasn't PERSONAL to them, so I shouldn't be ANGRY with them for supporting it.
I explained to her that for me, it WAS personal -- that when Reagan said he thought infertility research was too much like playing God, what he was really saying was that I shouldn't be a Mom -- that I shouldn't experience the joys of pregnancy, or be able to lie in bed with my husband laughing over our child(ren) kicking inside of me, or see his tears when we went through labor together. That the WHACK JOB RELIGION of the ASSHOLES who refused to fund infertility research had cost me EIGHT YEARS of missing motherhood, and now, at 40 years old carrying twins, I am literally risking my life because I am "high risk" and there is no reason on God's green earth that should have happened, because I *SHOULD* have been able to do "twins" at 32 instead.
You see, part of the reason I'm pregnant now is that the embryologists who helped me WERE FROM ENGLAND, and they had actually been TRAINED at a level you don't see here in the United States YET. Oh, we have infertility clinics everywhere, but what you rarely get told is how their stats increase as their embryologists get experience. Eight years ago we had twenty eggs, but only FIVE fertilized, and only two or three made it to a three day transfer (with no pregnancy). This time, we had FIVE eggs, three mature, and all of them fertilized, and now I'm pregnant with TWINS. The difference was THE ENGLISH EMBRYOLOGISTS and their 95% success rate.
So, in the meantime, I must listen to people prattle about "God's will," when I know damn good and well that God had less to do with my pregnancy than the embryologist did -- meaning that God was okay with me being pregnant EIGHT YEARS AGO if the US embryologists had been gifted with the TWELVE YEARS OF EXPERIENCE that the English Embryologists had been able to take for granted.
My babies should be Seven Years Old now, and I cannot tell you how ANGRY I find myself at the folks who blindly support the Short Sightedness that is the Republican Party.
Now, my little problem might not be as big as the fact Reagan cut funding for cancer research (twelve years of cancer research LOST!), or decided that AIDS was God's punishment on the Homosexuals (an entire continent RAVISHED!), but my personal grief, and my personal sorrow are REAL and like I said, ITS PERSONAL.
I was 19 years old when I found out I would need help conceiving my babies, and the Republicans tried to tell me that it meant I should be "barren" -- that I should miss out on one of the most amazing experiences any human being can ever be a part of because their God -- GREED -- thought "tax cuts for the rich" were more important than Babies for Me.
Is he rotting in hell? Was the Alzheimer's punishment enough on earth for the pain he caused me and mine? Was it simply divine justice, because the "infertility research" he stopped led directly to the "stem cell research" that holds such promise for those suffering from Parkinson's, and Alzheimer's, and Multiple Sclerosis?
And lastly, how can I stop myself from screaming at my husband's Right Wing Wacko Relatives who tell me with such condescension that they've been "praying" for me, and are now joyful that their God has answered their prayers, and now we can *all* celebrate my beloved babies? I don't even want them near me or mine -- they supported people who didn't even want my babies to be BORN, and now they want to pretend their ignorance and stupidity didn't matter???
I have told my husband I'll be threatening to name our children "Clinton" and "Chelsea" just to watch their heads explode. And then I told my husband that I am really thinking "Clinton" might be a good name, because without President William Jefferson Clinton, we wouldn't HAVE our babies.
This has been a long post. I'm angry, and yes, I know that I have to keep calm for the babies. (Usually I am, but I'm working through these issues before the holiday season brings his relatives upon me.) When you read about the policies that don't seem relevant because there isn't anything you can do, please remember me. The decisions these ASSHOLES make do actually impact REAL LIVES.
I know they have mine.
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