The Mind of Olivia Drab

Inside the head of a reproductively-challenged space cadet.

11.29.2004

Confounded!!

I just received an email from a relative of mine. This relative is someone that has been spoken of as a reverent man, one who attends church twice a week, is a supportive father of three boys, one of whom is now a minister.

This email he sent was horrifying to me.

It wasn't lecturing me on my religious practices, it wasn't lude jokes, it wasn't anything regarding my fertility struggles.

It was an email laced with intolerance.

The U.S. Postal Service will be releasing this stamp, along a collection of other Christmas stamps:



And contained the following hateful remarks:

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of PanAm Flight 103!
REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993!
REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the Marine barracks in Lebanon!
REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the military barracks in Saudi Arabia!
REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the American Embassies in Africa!
REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the USS COLE!
REMEMBER the MUSLIM attack on 9/11/2001!
REMEMBER all the AMERICAN lives that were lost in those vicious MUSLIM attacks!

Now the United States Postal Service REMEMBERS and HONORS the EID MUSLIM holiday season with a commemorative first class holiday postage stamp.

REMEMBER to adamantly and vocally BOYCOTT this stamp when purchasing your stamps at the post office. To use this stamp would be a slap in the face to all those AMERICANS who died at the hands of those whom this stamp honors.


I am sorry, but perhaps I am just confused. WHY should I boycott this stamp? Because last I checked my FACTS, it was TERRORISTS that committed those atrocities, not "Muslims". TERRORISTS who have killed many people of all faiths INCLUDING Muslims. There are hundreds of thousands of upstanding, peace-loving United States Muslim citizens in this country who have strongly and loudly vocalized their extreme disapproval of terrorist activities.

So why... can someone please explain to me... WHY we need to boycott a Muslim stamp? Because I just don't FREAKING understand.

11.27.2004

I have no title.

Ok, I'm back from Thanksgiving vacation, and I see what a lovely little comment I had in my inbox. I am not going to react with anger to this comment because it doesn't make me angry. It makes me sad that ANONYMOUS first didn't feel that they should identify themselves before posting something like that and second, that they don't would feel that they should say such a thing to me. I hope that Anonymous will respond to this post. I truly do. Just because I am a woman struggling desperately to bring a life into this world does not mean that should automatically think abortion should be outlawed. I am a woman and a United States citizen, first and foremost and that carries with it a lot of complex issues.

Let me make a few things clear in case anyone else doesn't know me. Every single one of my babies was a wanted child. ALL OF THEM. But if I was in a situation where my life was about to end in a seriously nasty way, and the only thing that could save my life was an abortion, it would be very, very hard, but I would most likely do it. I would need months (if not longer) of therapy afterwards, but I would do it. It wouldn't mean that I love my child any less. In my particular instance, my baby had already passed on and could not be saved, but there were still restrictions put on my body and my decision. Do you think that is right?

If it was revealed that my child had a painful and life-threatening illness, it would be hard but I would make the decision to terminate the pregnancy as an ACT OF LOVE. It wouldn't mean I love or cherish my child any less, but as a mother I could not bear the thought that my child was made to live through something like that for his or her short and precious life just because of a RULE. That isn't living.

Don't ever make the mistake of supposing that I've never seen a premature baby before. NEVER assume this. I most assuredly have. If you think I am callous to this, you are dead wrong. I know how absolutely precious and innocent a child is, regardless of his or her age in or out of the womb. It is insulting to me to say anything to the negation of this.

Most importantly, too many people are willing to allow women's rights to be trampled upon over this issue. Women are the only sex who bear a womb and the general ability to carry a child, but that doesn't mean we are machines whose only purpose in life is to bear children. We are human beings who deserve the right to make decisions for our own bodies. I know, the baby we carry isn't "our body". What about his/her rights? If I had my wish, every single baby conceived would live a long and fruitful life. But that isn't reality. Life is not a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book where you have a menu of a few set paths to go down. It isn't:

Option 1: Woman A is pregnant and will carry this child to term.
Option 2: Woman A is pregnant and will give her baby up for adoption.
Option 3: Woman A is pregnant and is going to abort her child.

There are so many shades of grey inbetween these options. Sometimes there is Option 4, Woman A is pregnant and overjoyed when she sees the double pink lines on the HPT. She thanks God for this miracle. She and her husband cry and hug and are so happy they run out and buy little cute baby things. Then one day Woman A's blood pressure rises so high that she is near death and it is because she is pregnant. The doctor tells the couple that she WILL die if the baby is not taken NOW.

Now, do you want to be the one who enters their hospital room while they are both either too stunned to speak or crying so hard that they cannot breathe and the only thing they can do is hold each other and wish they could run out the door, away forever from that reality. Do you want to be the one to look that them and say, "Ma'am I am sorry, but you must die, you must leave your husband both a widow and a grieving father because it is illegal to abort this pregnancy." That should not be said by anyone.

On the topic of abortion as a means to birth control. Personally, I wish it would not happen that way. I wish that the woman who became pregnant would be able to carry the pregnancy to term and give it to a loving couple. But sometimes that isn't the way it works. Sometimes it is a woman who has struggled to make ends meet and the child would be malnourished in the womb. Perhaps she has an abusive husband who would kill her if he learned she was pregnant. Perhaps she is a drug addict who cannot take care of herself let alone the baby she is carrying. Perhaps she is a 13 year-old girl whose uncle or brother or father or even the creepy guy down the street thought it was a good idea to rape her one night. Perhaps it is a diabetic woman whose birth control failed as will her kidneys and the life of the baby if she continues the pregnancy. Perhaps it is a teenage girl who desperately needs to finish high school so that she might have a life someday. Perhaps she is simply a woman who would rather kill herself than have a child growing in her body.

The sad truth is that the answer isn't always "give the baby to someone who will love them." If you think that is true, browse adoption sites and look at the thousands of faces who will likely never be adopted. Perhaps they were physically deformed. Perhaps they were crack babies who were mentally challenged and no one was ready to take on that challenge. While there are some awesome people out there that will adopt those children, there is simply not enough of that kind of people to go around. It is horrifying and sad, but it is reality.

The most important reality is that women are people, too, and it is not morally right to take away BY LAW her rights to make decisions about her own health and life. It is not always because she is an evil being from Hell who hates babies and just wants to see them die.

11.21.2004

Ohh yeah baby right there.

Someone said to me that the current administration wouldn't affect me on a day to day basis and asked me for proof regarding our government and women's rights. And so here's the proof that government screws women:

Congress Helps Providers Refuse Abortions
WASHINGTON (AP) - Congress made it a little easier for hospitals, insurers and others to refuse to provide or cover abortions. A provision in a $388 billion spending bill passed by the House and Senate on Saturday would block any of the measure's money from going to federal, state or local agencies that act against health care providers and insurers because they don't provide abortions, make abortion referrals or cover them.

Ok, so:
...Congress makes it easier to allow insurance companies the right to say "no, we won't pay for abortions"...
...and then insurance companies decide that a d&c is considered a "missed abortion"...
...therefore they won't pay for a d&c if they don't want to.

And that is what happened to Brad and I when we had our "missed abortion" and d&c. Our insurance company would not pay for a HUGE percentage of this. They didn't have to, and now there is proof that Congress says, "that's ok."

Nevermind that I would have likely hemorrhaged to death otherwise. Life or death doesn't count I suppose. After all, we are ONLY women, right?

11.20.2004

The Superhero removes her mask...

*shew!* I got a little distracted from fighting crimes of infertility. Back to ME. There have been some developments since last we spoke, so I will lay them out.

Brad's SCSA results came back Thursday. To give a little background on this test, it is used to check for damage to a sperm's DNA structure, or "fragmentation". Simply put, DNA is arranged in a double helix or ladder configuration with side rails and rungs. If the rungs are broken, then the ladder is unsteady and won’t function properly. So anyhow, we had this test ordered a month ago and now we know where Brad stands.

Result Graph:
Normal Results would be <30% fragmentation
Average Results would be <15% fragmentation
Brad's Results are 5% fragmentation

The problem, most definitely, does not lie within Brad.

The next development in our quest to procreate came about in our consultation last Monday with RE#1. I was fully prepared for, and had composed a brilliant speech on, her suggesting that we jump to IVF/PGD. I expected that to come from her, since she had suggested it with our very first visit.

She did not suggest it this time.

She reviewed the results of my sonohystogram and compared the ultrasound results of my damnable cyst invasion (which I have developed once more this month). She took off her spectacles and clasped her hands together on the mahogany desk and said, "I want to do a laparoscopy on you very soon."

Now, she suspects I may have endometriosis. No, I do not have trouble "conceiving". However, I have every other symptom for endo. Will this repair my recurrent miscarrier status? Not likely. There aren't gobs of data on linking endometriosis to a higher rate of pregnancy loss, but many doctors have yet to agree that they are related. Nevertheless, I will be scheduling a lap in January.

So what does that bring us? A bunch more complications that come with being female. Right about now, I am thinking that I wish I had saved the receipt so I could return my reproductive tract for a better one... one where the box hadn't been previously opened or crushed. One that still has the original remote control. One that didn't shut off every time a thunderstorm approached. Oh yeah, and one that freaking WORKS correctly.

11.13.2004

Olivia Drab Productions presents...

The first issue of The Infertile.

...a version for the visually impaired. *wink*

11.8.2004

Truth be known..

I just simply don't give a shit anymore.

I feel like I have fallen from grace with myself. This is supposed to be a blog that is an insight into my mind. Whooptee friggin' doo. I don't even care what is in my mind these days. I find myself bored with me, bored with the world, bored just about every aspect of things going on lately. I even debate closing my blog, retiring, taking my mind to a more tropical location.

Olivia Drab's mind:

30% Exhaustion
20% Blood loss & Dehydration (all sources)
50% Depression

Most of the time I just cry. Cry and stare at my blank email inbox. Cry and avoid going into the "nursery-reserved room". Cry and put more clothes into the "one day will be able to squeeze my body into again" storage boxes. I cry when I am told "all normal", I cry when I am told "abnormal". I cry when just about anything happens (or doesn't happen) these days. Sad, huh?

What am I going to do about it? Hell if I know. Probably just do what I've been doing for three years. Pull myself up by the bootstraps (does anyone know what those are?) and brush myself off. I am not bored with my homelife. I am not bored with my five freako kitties. I am not bored with my small ring of friends. I am not bored with chocolate chip cookies that no one will be able to pry out of my hands no matter what dosage of Metformin I am threatened with.

What do you do when life hands you a wreck? You shovel dirt and compost into it and make a lovely planter.

Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, Fibroids, Septum

I had my sonohystogram today. There will be no surgery. They found "nothing wrong". The fibroids and septum have miraculously disappeared as though a myth. Where did they go? I don't know.

If I am to believe these results, which I am not sure I do, the only thing left is problems with our DNA, and that just plain sucks.

Is it wrong to feel so sad and angry about this?

11.7.2004

Movie scenes


Dumb & Dumber, 1994
Character: Lloyd


"Austria? You're kidding. (mock-Australian accent)Well, g'day, mate. What do you say we get together later and throw a few shrimp on the barbie."


The Big Lebowski, 1998
Character: The "big" Jeffrey Lebowski


"...My advice is, do what your parents did! Get a job, sir! The bums will always lose-- do you hear me, Lebowski? THE BUMS WILL ALWAYS--"


The Stepford Wives, 1974
Character: Joanna Eberhart


"When you come back, there will be a woman with my name and my face, she'll cook and clean like crazy, but she won't take pictures and SHE WON'T BE ME!"

11.6.2004

In which I try to move forward...

The past week has sent me into a spiral. One that I didn't need to get into. I have enough coming ahead and enough behind me that I don't need to add the burden of politics to. Bottom line--the election is over, I can do nothing about it or what comes next. I have to move on.

I had deleted a post yesterday because things got out of hand. A person I know in real life commented, thinking he was being supportive. It was interpreted as a lecture on my voting practices. Something I didn't want or need right now or ever, particularly on top of everything else I am dealing with post-election. Perhaps I overreacted, perhaps not. Honestly I don't even know anymore. I stay angry and hurt all the damn time, so I don't even know what's real anymore. So before I could stew even further, and make things infinitely worse, I chose to delete it and all comments within. That is my first step in getting over it.

I have more to worry about. Such as what should be a sonohystogram on Monday, that may have to be postponed. Apparently the cysts have done more damage than I expected. I am on cycle day 6 and this period is still going strong, and painful as hell. I was told that if I still had so much as spotting they will not perform the procedure. I can't really optimistically say it will be over by Monday. Not at this pace.

I've had new pains this month as well. Massive, unusual pain that I've only ever felt during the endometrial biopsy. Cervical pain. And I don't even know why. But after a muscle relaxer, a Vicodin and a Naproxen washed down with a glass of wine I finally had some relief. Dangerous cocktail? Yes. Worth it? Yes. Pain, folks. Bad stuff that had Brad ready to take me to the ER.

So I am hoping that when I call to postpone the sono Monday, they offer up an alternative to find out what is wrong NOW.

11.5.2004

In which I further alienate...

When John Kerry conceded to George W. Bush, he told him that this is a nation divided. It is an understatement. Personally I am tired of the anger, the arguing, the pettiness. But it most likely will not stop and there is plenty to support this.

The last week has been more than just "oh, darn, my favorite guy didn't win." It has been devastating in so many ways. I truly believe that things are going to get severe fast. The thing that divides me from those who believe Bush is the messiah for this country is that they cannot understand one simple principle.

This IS a free country. What made this country great is that we could choose who we felt represented our best interests without persecution.

Well screw that, huh? Persecution exists, apparently.

What I have been dealing with since before the election is a scourge of email and telephone calls telling me what a horrible mistake my beliefs are. I had never solicited their opinions. I didn't give a rat's ass what they thought. I was informed, I know the issues, I made a decision that suited MYSELF based on what I learned. And this knowledge did not come from one source. I watched the debates, I listened to both sides, I read media from both Conservative and Liberal sources. I lived through shit. I WAS INFORMED. And this is the decision I came to as an intelligent citizen of this United States.

Don't tell me I am wrong. I am no more wrong than YOU are. That's the glory of a belief. It is yours and yours alone.

I have found myself in a situation of alienation and alienating those I know, family and friends. People who just couldn't leave it alone. An uncle who felt the need to gloat over his choice winning the election. An uncle who told me that my personal issues didn't matter because terrorism was the only important issue. A friend who told me that I was flat wrong for choosing to vote my conscience. I have been dealing with piles of shit since this election year began. But I have dealt with it, as I have dealt with so much already, because I believe in it with every fiber of my being.

And to be honest, I have a hard time going through a day without crying these days. I fluctuate between fear and depression ever since 7pm EST when the first results came back from the polls. This isn't a game. This is scary as hell to me. I have never in my life cared this much about an election. But honestly, I feel Bush has just declared Checkmate. I am not alone. Half the country agrees. That should say something.

The biggest thing that I do not appreciate is that there is a rash of voters who made decisions that affect me personally, affect very good friends of mine, and affect themselves based on a theory that it is God's will. I refuse to believe that it is God's will to decide what is good for another human being, when the end result is discrimination. Whether it is a woman's right to choose what happens to her own body, or a gay couple's right to a legally-recognized monogamous relationship, it should never, ever be a government's rights.

I react with strong emotion. Of course I do. What the hell do you expect me to do? This is my blog, and do not be confused--a blog is a reflection of the author's opinions. You have a right to disagree, but don't be surprised when that disagreement is not met with joy or acceptance. This particular blog is based on my life of the last three years, three years of heartbreak and strife and some of the worst shit a person has to go through, namely watching and feeling the child you want so very dearly die over and over again. An event that is becoming decreasingly supported by a faction that considers fertility treatment "interfering with God's will".

I have enough fears, enough nightmares and enough reasons to feel anguish without also feeling that I am being lectured on who I should have represent me politically. My vote may not matter but my blog matters to me. I ask you not to trample on it. And if you've never taken an opportunity to post encouragement in the past, don't expect that I will interpret a post of criticism to be anything but trampling.

My only hope right now is that I am seriously wrong. I HOPE that the other half is right and Bush does lead this country to glory and prosperity (and "freedom"). Because my belief for how it will turn out is pretty damn scary.

(*and I promise I won't mention anything about improperly functioning voter machines or how Bush didn't actually earn all those votes he lays claim to.)

11.2.2004

Ode to Muscle Relaxers

Oh pretty pink pill,
Whose name I cannot say,
How you've taken an ugly cramp
And made a lovely day.

The ouch, the moan and ache,
That make a period scary,
Miraculously disappeared
So I may vote for Kerry.

And now I do not fear
The three hour line ahead
Because of you, lovely pink pill
It's only Bush I dread.