Thursday, January 26, 2012

where vaginas and politics collide

Leave it to me to create a mess.

I don't typically like getting too political, whether it's here or on my Twitter and Facebook pages. I do like an occasional joke, and have told them at the expense at both political parties, but I also understand and respect the fact that everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

However, I do like to post articles that affect women's health - particularly in the areas of reproductive medicine and reproductive choice. Earlier in the week, I put up an article on my Facebook page that I couldn't NOT share. It was a story about Rick Santorum's stance on abortion in the case of rape.

The result of positing the article was initially what I expected - a bunch of women pissed off that yet more leaders in government are trying to make uninformed decisions about their bodies. Then came the posts from non-followers. Mostly men, I have no clue what lead them to my Facebook page in the first place. But there they were, getting into a full-fledged political argument all over my vagina monologues.

Was there ever a time when the line was clear? Was there ever a time when politics were only used to ensure equal and fair access to healthcare and did not cross over into personal reproductive choice? If there was, it certainly doesn't exist anymore. If it's not a debate about abortion, it's one about birth control. There is never shortage of debate about how and what women should do with their bodies. Yet, the argument for equality in women's healthcare compared to men, or in women's healthcare compared to other women (e.g. infertility coverage) is minimal. Politicians would rather tell me what I can and cannot do with my own body than give me equal access to medical services.

How did this happen? How did we, or politicians, mistake equality with ownership? And better yet, how do we draw the line in the sand?

Santorum believes that women who are raped should accept the hand they've been dealt and "make the best out of a bad situation." He says nothing about the psychological damage one can endure when carrying a child conceived by rape. There is no mention of how difficult it is to carry a child and then place him or her for adoption, regardless of how that conception occurred. And I am guessing he didn't take into consideration how difficult it can be for adoptive parents to raise a child who is the product of rape. It requires so much extra care that many adoption agencies classify these children as special needs.

I'm not pro-abortion. My view - perhaps enhanced by my experience with infertility - is that politics and vaginas don't mesh well together. We don't have the audacity to walk around telling men what to do with their penises. Or is it peni? At any rate, I don't feel as though they should do the same with my lady bits. Politicians don't belong in my panties. Not when it comes to personal choice, at least.

If I was the victim of the violent crime of rape, I would not want to hear from my husband or father, "accept this horribly created" child. Instead, I would expect to hear, "I will support you in whatever choice you make." I would expect no judgement. I would expect the freedom to make my own decisions based on my physical and mental well-being.

Too bad our lawmakers can't follow that lead.

Monday, January 23, 2012

all clear

This afternoon, the director of the women's center where I had both my mammogram and my MRI called me. She wanted to give me the news herself: my MRI came back normal.

They want me to keep an eye on the area. They also recommend a follow-up in six months and yearly mammograms from this point forward. But right now, I'm breathing a huge sigh of relief. No cancer. No surgery.

Thank you to those who supported me through yet another health scare. I'm sure everyone is sick of them at this point.

Now excuse me while I got celebrate the good news with a beer.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

radio silence

My apologies for the radio silence this week on the blog and for not being very active with commenting right now. It's been a busy week. I had my MRI yesterday, but the radiologist who was there to give me the results of the mammogram was not there yesterday - which means I have to wait until sometime next week to get more information.

I wish I had more news for you. I'm sorry I don't. So, while I wait, is there anything in particular YOU would like me to write about? My energy is too spend to devise blog topics right now, and I could use your help. Meanwhile, I'll get started catching up on some reading. I hope I haven't missed anything too big in the blogosphere.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

the one where i'm glad i pushed for a mammogram

I arrived at the Women's Center for Radiology on Friday not really knowing what to expect. As I was signing in at the front desk, one of the women behind the counter was talked about what would happen "if no one showed up and we all got dressed up for nothing." I resisted the urge to say something until one of the other women asked for my name, which lead to an "oh" response. As in, oh shit... this girl did show up. I may have been a nervous wreck, but there was no way I would back out of having this test done.

After I filled out all the necessary forms at the front desk, I was escorted to the back by the founder of Libby's Legacy, the organization who arranged for my mammogram. I gave her and the center's director a brief rundown of my history, and then did it again when the radiologist came in. Meanwhile, the news crew arrived and worked on the logistics of how to film everything. Basically, I had to decide whether to have them film the actual mammogram or if we would reenact it. You might call me crazy, but I agreed to have the entire procedure filmed so long as the center could ensure that no men saw my upper lady parts (which we succeeded in doing - hooray!).

So, why am I happy we pushed for this mammogram? Turns out I needed it. The location of the lump is just under my left nipple, which is apparently difficult to see in an ultrasound. The 3D mammogram showed a difference in tissue there - a thickening compared to the rest of my breast and my right breast. They still did another ultrasound, which again came back normal, but the result of the mammogram was enough to warrant a breast MRI. Yes, it sucks. Yes, I'm disappointed and worried. But I need to look at the positives: not only was this worth all of the trouble, but I don't have to fight for it anymore. Libby's Legacy is going to arrange anything I need from here on out. They will pick up my MRI prescription and work with the Women's Center to book it sometime in the next week. And if I need surgery again, they'll be there for that, too.

I spent a lot of time these past few weeks wondering if I did the right thing by emailing the news station, and now I'm glad I did. I had major fears to overcome in doing this, but if I hadn't pushed through, I may have never received the care that I needed and deserved. I truly appreciate Mike Holfeld of Local 6, Robin Maynard of Libby's Legacy, and Vicki, Dr. Miller, and Cindy at Women's Center for Radiology in Orlando for all of their great care and support. I'm not sure I could ever thank them enough for what they've done for me so far.

I'll keep everyone posted on what happens after this. In the meantime, I can say this: take what you've learned about being your own advocate with infertility and make sure you are applying it to other areas of your health. We have all learned one way or another that REs don't always know best when it comes to our reproductive health, but this can happen with other medical professionals, too. Be vigilant, ask questions, and always stick up for yourself. No one else can do it for you.

Friday, January 13, 2012

five for friday

1. I received an email on Wednesday from the news reporter who is working on the story about my mammogram. Apparently, he reached out to a local awareness group for quotes about this story, and they offered me one sooner than February 1. I’m scheduled for a state-of-the-art, 3D mammogram this afternoon.

2. Emotionally I'm doing much better than I was earlier in the week. I actually decided to contact a therapist and met with her for the first time on Tuesday. She was incredibly understanding and helpful, and I am going to see her again next week.

3. If you haven't done so already, please like and share our adoption Facebook page. The more we can spread the word about our adoption, the better. Sunday marked two months on the waiting list with no phone calls since the first week with the agency.

4. We are saving more money. Not only did our mortgage payments go down, but we are also switching our car insurance company after our current rates went up twice over the past year (for no reason). Joey shopped around and managed to get us a much lower monthly payment. Overall, we should be able to save about $200 more per month. Woo!

5. Here’s a random video for your Friday enjoyment. I hope it brings you as many smiles and laughs as it brought me!