My American Idol eggs

“What a beautiful uterus,” says Shannon the technician. “All dressed up in her Sunday best.”

Yep, that’s my uterus – a real girly girl, getting all dolled up before trips to the fertility clinic. I tell her it’s no big deal, just wear sweat pants like me and my lulu’s – but no, she likes turning heads when she leaves the house.

So my uterus is on the display screen and looking good. Having established that ( and having taken a picture with her fancy machine) the technician takes a short break in her ultra sound scanning so I can go to the washroom. One hour before the appointment I drank about half a litre of water. Zsolt was pushing for the full litre, “Come on, drink more!” and I pushed back, saying, “I’m full! I can’t manage another drop!” What I didn’t mention was that I was mainly full because (only two minutes before) I’d stuffed two cookies down my throat in a bit of a ‘need a snack, oh, there’s a snack’ quick-fix indulgence. But nevertheless, I drank the minimum required amount of liquid one hour before my ultra sound, which meant by the time we arrived at the fertility clinic and were escorted in for the scan, I was bursting to use the washroom.

A minute later and I’m back in the scan room, relieved of holding it in, and with a sheet wrapped around my lower body (trousers and pants removed) as the technician has me sit back on the table.

Earlier, as Zsolt and I waited to be called for the test, Shannon (the technician) came out into the waiting lounge and asked, “Catherine?” To which I replied, “That’s me!” and hurried over to her side. She then asked, “aren’t you taking him with you?” So Zsolt, who is used to not accompanying me on my tests because generally speaking, nurses at the hospitals here in Ottawa are not keen on a second person in the room, put away the Playbook and joined us for the scanning. Today he was allowed to hold my hand as Shannon investigated the status of my ovaries, and I’m really thankful for that. It means we both know more about the situation.

(I’m strong in my belief that a patient ought to be allowed a source of support during tests and procedures. Even if they are sitting across the room, it so helps to have a loved one nearby during those challenging moments.)

So I’m on the table, and we’re getting down to the real stuff here. In goes the ultra sound wand. (In where? You guess.) After a few uncomfortable attempts to capture my left ovary, where she pushed down on my abdomen and prods upwards with the wand, we have a clear picture.

Basically, we are examining my ovaries today to learn about the eggs. Now, Shannon is not a doctor, so the results of my scan cannot be 100% confirmed until someone trained for years up on years in ultra sounding has examined the images, but she does explain what she sees.

“Basically your eggs are like contestants for American Idol. There are so many, that you can’t see the individual people (i.e. eggs) on a scan. But every month there are try outs, and the people who succeed for those try outs (i.e. eggs that try to ovulate) and get through to the competition are given costumes and makeovers – and then we can see them. (i.e. the follicles change in a way that makes them apparent in an ultra sound).”

So, looking at my left ovary . . . not too many contestants made it to the try outs. The blob that represents my ovary is small, and she counts only three follicles. That is a low number. (But better than zero, in my opinion.)

Onto Ms Right. Moving to the other side, with more compression and squeezing of my abdomen, she takes a picture of my right ovary and then explains what she sees.

“See how it’s so much larger?”

And it is – it’s like three times larger than my left ovary. Apparently, according to Shannon, the left ovary often takes the hit when it comes to declining fertility. Mine certainly has. But in my right there are seven follicles. That’s not horrible.

Apparently, the minimum number of follicles (eggs that made the competition) the doctors are happy to see in women when combining numbers from both left and right is eleven. Eleven. My combined number was ten. Ten.

Therefore, I have low fertility levels . . . but . . . well, ten is almost eleven, right?

“You might have to get on that earlier than other women,” she suggests. What Shannon means is, I ought to be trying for a baby now as opposed to later.

Which is more easily said than done, considering I’m only one year out of treatment. But Zsolt and I have a plan, and it involves waiting at least another year before trying. And in the meanwhile, I’m on tamoxifen and trying to keep this body healthy.

The truth is, there are more tests they could run, more scans they can take – because knowing the state of my eggs is really only a starting point. But I promised Dr Canada to abstain from the fertility yellow brick road . . . and though I agreed to have my eggs tested (because I WANT to know), there will be no further investigations for quite a while. Yes, I have to go back and get my blood taken on day “21” of my period, so we can know whether I’m actually ovulating those American Idol eggs . . . but that’ll be the end of things for now.

Fertility can become so confusing, so overwhelming, and so panic-inducing after having had chemotherapy. Last summer when I thought I couldn’t have children, that was totally crushing. This past Autumn when the doctor gave me some hope – that was relieving. But one way or another, things are going to work out, and I have faith in that eventuality. Chasing down this information is a good thing: I look forward to learning the results because then, finally, I can plan for the future with a clear picture of the options. But there are times to step back too, and after this upcoming consultation – that’ll be my time to step away from the babies and just focus on here and now.

Maybe you know what it’s like to run this fertility race? If you want to share, please do  – it will help others reading this post who are hoping to learn what comes next.

What was your experience?

And in the meanwhile, have yourself a lovely loved-filled day. See you next week.


14 thoughts on “My American Idol eggs

  1. Hi Catherine,

    I enjoyed your informative description of the ultrasound process for looking at your ovaries and eggs. I like your take charge attitude – seeking out new information and alternatives for your health, one step at a time – and your willingness to share your news with us.

    From a literary perspective, this blog and the picture of Miss Egg Rock Idol captured my imagination – so many characters in play!

  2. So, I was googling the #10 to see it’s significance … I found a lot of reference to “perfection” and “rebirth”. One website stated:

    Ten is a higher octave of the number one and signifies an end of an important cycle in which a change in circumstances will soon be forthcoming.

    I think that’s a good sign…Rebirth… I like it.

  3. I hope for some seriously rock’n American Idol egg results for you but understand that you will be waiting before trying. Be hopeful! That is what children are is little balls of hope and you too will get the chance to experience that in one way or the other. You are clearly brave to start the trip to being fertility responsible and proactive.

    Best of luck to you 😉

  4. My experience is a long saga Catherine, and I won’t bore you readers with the details..just to say I am so happy that you are writing about this important topic and I will be following along with great interest and keeping my fingers crossed for your dreams to come true x

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    • Catherine,

      I love your writing and honest discussion of fertility issues after chemo. I hope your and your partner’s dream for a baby come true.

      In my case, my chemo induced early onset menopause. I was crushed at the time. I have since adopted a baby girl who is three and a half now. She’s filled me with joy.

  6. Oh, I applaud you for writing about such a personal and important topic. I’d like to give you a big hug! And yes, 10 most definitely is almost 11! Keep dreaming and planning and I do hope your dreams for a family come true.

  7. Hi BB, It’s PRB! Well, I think that sounds like a great starting point. At 39 when I went to have my eggs extracted pre chemo I only had 1 happening follicle…much less than 10… so there was no make up and costumes forthcoming. Recently I read a book where one of the characters carried a donor egg….which got me looking in to that. I’m not saying I’m going to do it or anything but gee it made me feel good to know there was at least something I could do down the track – mind you I don’t get to stop taking tamoxifen for four more years – and I’ll be 44. But still, carrying a young woman’s healthy egg is still feasible then. I just like knowing that there’s some hope. Live Strong have a great site if any readers want to explore further –

  8. I have no fertility advice or experience to offer but I loved your description of the ultrasound process–very interesting. I’ll look forward to reading about this journey, and I hope for the very best for you.

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