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Does God have an opinion about Oocyte Cryopreservation?

17 Mar


Last week, I, StillSingle, began researching freezing my eggs.





How did I get to this place???




It could be my upcoming birthday. It could be that I spoke to wb last week and was again reminded of how casually brilliant he is and of how he is just not that into me. But the thing that really brought a lump to my throat and caused longing to stir inside me was a book I listened to on CD, The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini . Though only tangential to the storyline, Hosseni’s description of the relationship between Amir and Soraya was deeply affecting.

Soraya was a young woman who, in Afghan culture, had little hope of marrying, because a brief, youthful rebellion blemished her virtue. But when Amir meets Soraya, he is captivated by her. They find discrete ways to communicate with one another without offending cultural taboos. Soroya’s mother not-so-discretely attempts to nurture a match between the couple, desperately hoping for her daughter’s marriage to an honorable man. The innocence of the growing closeness between Amir and Soroya, the traditionalness of Amir’s eventual proposal; the joy, the amazed gratitude and elation felt by his bride and her mother; the rituals of the marriage rite—the preciousness and sacredness—were so very poignantly depicted that my heart was pricked. Soroya’s story, like Hannah’s and Ruth’s, is the story of redeemed hope. It is the storyline that I want my life to follow.

After they wed, though, Hosseni interrupts the perfect story arc of hope and writes that Soroya is unable to conceive.

A day later I was researching freezing my eggs.

“This is not desperation and fear,” I thought, “this is wisdom.” “This is hope that my kinsman redeemer will come and that I will be prepared to give him children whenever that is. This is me putting treasured things aside until after I’m married, like with one of those hope chests from days gone by.” And this thought made me happy. I was creating a modern day hope chest.

But…I couldn’t shake the sense that I was kidding myself. So I prayed. And of course I thought at first of Abraham and Sarah. But my hope chest seemed to me easily distinguishable from the Hagar situation since I was not forcing anything to come to pass. But as I kept my hope chest on the back burner of my mind, the smell of a census began to reach me–as in the census that King David took which provoked the ire of God:

“Satan rose up against Israel and incited David to take a census of Israel. 2 So David said to Joab and the commanders of the troops, “Go and count the Israelites from Beersheba to Dan. Then report back to me so that I may know how many there are.” 1 Chronicles 21:1-2 NIV

David just wanted to know how many troops he had to work with. He wanted to be prepared. He wanted to plan. What he did not want was to rely on God for victory in battle whatever the size of his army.

Well. What was there for me to say but, “As for me and my eggs, we will trust in the Lord.”