Stress and Perspective

This week I had my (our) 10th IUI procedure, coupled with a consultation with a nurse to discuss our next steps should this month be another disappointment.

I can't change the facts with positive thinking, or lifestyle adjustments: I have a roughly 15% chance of success if we go the IVF route. Spending around $12,000 on those odds seems not only irrational, but irresponsible. Yet how do I give up? This isn't working, and we don't have the luxury of more time at my age, nor the money, nor the mental fortitude to continue on this quest much longer. We came to the tentative decision that if this procedure fails as well, we will start the ball rolling to bring in my wife as the pinch hitter.

The universe, however, was not done taunting me this week. As I was being told to reduce the stress in my life (the doctor laughing a little at her own advice, commiserating at how impossible that is for anyone undergoing fertility treatments) and think positively, my job was "eliminated" at my company after sixteen years. Unlike many of my less fortunate coworkers, I was offered a lateral move within the company to a completely different position, which means I can still choose to have a paycheque. The choice was obvious given our hopes of continuing with treatments for either myself or my wife, so I'm grateful on a few levels. I escaped four previous rounds of layoffs unscathed, and have come out of the fifth better than most. To say that yesterday was stressful does not begin to describe the emotion of thinking I might be out of a job, then adjusting to the mindset of starting a totally different job, and then guiltily watching long-time friends exit the building for the last time.

I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I don't have any control over so many major aspects of my life. I can't control my infertility, and therefore can't control what the future definition of our family will be. I can't appear to control my body, which has betrayed me by steadily gaining weight over the last year of fertility drugs, depression and stress. And now I don't have control over what my job will be next week. I suppose you could argue these points, since I guess I have the option of choosing not to have children and to turn down the job offer, but I feel trapped.

This is not where I thought I would be at the age of 41. I'm trying to focus on what is important and good in my life, and maintain perspective on what is not, but that is harder than you might think.

My wife remains my saving grace, my support system, my family, my best friend, and the love of my life. I know that having this relationship makes me one of the luckiest people on the planet, since many will never know the joy of finding their "person". I just wish love could pay the clinic bills.