After three long months of unanswered voicemails, i got a call from my genetic/fertility counselor last week. I was hoping for an update of any sort, really, but was surprised with news.
Really great news.
Some rule or guideline has changed, making the genetic testing I need in order to move forward with getting pregnant a whole lot more affordable.
Bloodwork that previously would have cost us thousands of dollars is now no out-of-pocket cost for the patient. 100% covered.
I had the blood drawn the very next day.
In a matter of two days, my entire demeanor changed . . . but I didn’t really realize it until this morning, when I noticed a Facebook status update of a high school friend, announcing that she and her hubby were expecting twins, her 4th and 5th children.
My response is different. Two weeks ago, I would have cried, overwhelmed by my own bitterness and anger that after three years, I wasn’t any closer to being a mom. Instead, I smiled and clicked through the ultrasound photos they had posted.
I was happy again. For them, and it was genuine. No fake smiles or forced congratulations.
It will take 6-8 weeks to get the test results. At that point, we’ll know if the lab was able to locate the mutation in my DNA, which is how we’ll learn if future embryos have the disease or not. If they aren’t able to locate the affected genes at all, we’ll start working toward adoption.
In the next two months, I’ve got a lot to do, especially when it comes to maintaining healthy blood sugar numbers. That, in itself, has been so much easier this week, now knowing the end goal is possible. It’s a much needed spark of motivation.
I’ve still got a long way to go from here. There’s no quick fix to trying to have a child that doesn’t inherit Muscular Dystrophy.
But we’re getting there.