I MIGHT Be A Bit Of A Whore

I’ve said on more than one occasion that if I were to donate my eggs, I would only do so if I could be certain they would be used for medical research. I definitely DON’T want any of my eggs going to help some narcissistic infertile couple have their special mini-me without having to even consider doing anything useful, like adopting a kid who already exists. That’s what I’ve said.

Then the other day I found myself bored and Googling tubal ligation failures. I found a message board for women who have experience just that very thing, all of which seemed to keep their pregnancies anyway. I certainly wouldn’t. Anyway, I kept searching Google for topics related to tubal ligation.

I found out that one can still donate eggs after a tubal. Huh, that’s interesting, I thought. Unfortunately, all of such places for that in my area that I could find were for fertility treatment. Bleh. As if the planet needs more people.

Despite my principles, I stuck around and discovered that there was about a $5-6K compensation for donating eggs. I reluctantly started filling out application forms. Sure, it totally flew in the face of my principles, but, well, it was a lot of money. I reasoned that me not donating would not stop people from getting donor eggs anyway, and it wasn’t like I was using mine so I may as well get something for them. Yes, that’s how I justified this to myself.

It wasn’t the first time that I volunteered to be part of something I opposed. I joined the Army knowing full well that I would serve under the worst president our country as ever had, and in the senseless war he started in Iraq. I knew this, but I joined and served anyway. The allure of a job, and benefits. Sure, I believe I did positive work while in, and I wouldn’t have met my wonderful BF had I not joined. But I still compromised my beliefs for the reward. I’m not sure what that says about me.

This time, I was spared the compromise. I was notified that I was too short to be considered to continue through the egg donation application process. I don’t honestly know if I would have gone through with it anyway. I’ve never been so relieved to be rejected.

I’m hoping that I can find an agency that accepts eggs for medical¬†research¬†purposes only. I’d be all over that in a heartbeat.

Posted on 2011/09/16, in childfree, Diary, Humanism, Science and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I tend to believe that becoming what you once hated is a part of growing up. Sometimes, people must understand that principals and moral ideals are a luxury that cannot always be afforded. It’s kind of sad and unfair but often how the world works.

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