*Warning: I swear in this post because I’m angry. If this offends you, please proceed to the next article in your Reader.
It’s been a bad week. I have started five posts since Tuesday and not a single one is completed. I’m overwhelmed by the decisions I have to make and terrified of the outcomes should I choose incorrectly. Mr. Husband is burried in applications for jobs across the country and overseas. We have no idea where we will be come August 2012 and I have zero control over the situation. I’m not sleeping well, I have a cold and I’m breaking out worse than I have since all this infertiliy bull shit began.
In case this was not enough, my mother-in-law, who is convinced my infertility is caused by the foods I eat, the makeup and products I use, the “free radicals” in everything I touch, taste, smell, see and hear (and probably the toilet paper I wipe my ass with), sent me this article and then “cautioned me” against eating soy.
For those who are new to my blog: I have a weird autoimmune thingy that makes my eyes swell up and causes vision loss. It’s crappy but I deal. The doctors’ best guess is that it is caused by a form of Lupus, but no one is sure. I’m also have some allergies and asthma thanks to living in this crappy, grass-filled state of Kentucky.
Otherwise, I’m a pretty normal, healthy woman. I exercise regularly. I don’t eat meat or dairy, but do eat fish once a week and eggs. I only eat whole grains and very rarely eat fried food. Blah Blah Blah. I am, for all intents and purposes, very healthy.
However, according to my mother-in-law, my food choices and lifestyle are what is making me sick and infertile. According to her, by painting my toe nails I am killing the embryo (it is worth noting that I have not painted my toe nails since this comment because I feel so bloody guilty that I’m wasting her money on IF treatment by painting my damn toes – my feet have never looked so bad).
For the record, I actually love soy. I like tofu so much that I often eat it straight from the container. If this is making me infertile while the rest of the country eats fried chicken and white bread that has a shelf life of 3 months thanks to all the “science” that is in it then someone please shoot me. I surely don’t deserve to pass my tofu-laced genes on to another human being.
Her email makes me beyond angry. Not only is it mean and insensitive to send this, it is also grossly inaccurate. If she wants to send me constructive information from medical journals, by all means, be my guest. Oxford’s Journal on Human Reproduction is an excellent place to find scholarly work that is actually based on science, fact and documented to hell-and-back. In my book, articles like the one she sent me that originate from a site that is also selling you their crazy-ass health scams is NOT credible.
Someone stop me before I fire a nasty e-mail back to her and squash the chance that she pays for our IVF.