Miriam Zoll’s Cracked Open: Liberty, Fertility and the Pursuit of High Tech Babies is in part a moving memoir, in part a troubling expose of yet another unregulated corner of our healthcare system. In this case it is an industry that offers women everything from in-vitro fertilization (IVF) to another women’s eggs-for-sale.
Zoll titles her first chapter “One Egg, Please and Make it Easy.”
If only it were that simple.
Zoll begins by acknowledging how naïve she was:
“I am an official member of the Late Boomer Generation. We grew up . . . . in the 1970s and ‘80s, watching with wide eyes while millions of American women—some with children and some not—infiltrated formerly closed-to-females professions like medicine, law, and politics. This exodus from the kitchen into the boardroom created a thrilling, radical shift in home and office politics, in the economy, and in relations between the sexes.
“‘Shoot for the stars,’” some of the more thoughtful women advised us, “’but don’t forget about the kids.’”
Zoll herself became one of the trailblazers. She is the founding co-producer of the original “Take Our Daughters to Work” Day, and on the board of “Our Bodies Ourselves.” In 2005, she became a Research Fellow at MIT’s Center for International Studies. There, her widely –published research addressed gender inequity and poverty in HIV/AIDS-affected households in sub-Saharan Africa.
At 35, Zoll married. At 40 she reports, she looked in the mirror, and decided: “It’s time to have a baby.” Finally, she felt confident that she would be a good mother. It didn’t occur to her that she might have trouble conceiving.
“We are the generation that . . . came of age at a time of burgeoning reproductive technologies,” she explains. “We grew up with dazzling front-page stories heralding the marvels of test-tube babies, frozen sperm, surrogates and egg donors; stories that helped paint the illusion that we could forget about our biological clocks and have a happy family life after—not necessarily before or during—the workplace promotions.”
Zoll goes on to chronicle her own long trek through our multi-billion-dollar fertility industry. At the beginning, she and he husband were as innocent as most couples who believe what the media had told them: “Science and technology have finally outsmarted Mother Nature.” Just because you’re over 40, this does not mean that you can’t conceive.
That final line is absolutely true. Each year in-vitro fertilization and other forms of Assisted Reproductive Technology (ART) produce miracles. The extraordinary joy that parents who thought that they could never have a child feel when holding their baby should never be discounted. When the right patient receives the right therapy at the right time, these technologies can heal broken hearts.
Neverthless, although 15 states mandate that insurers cover in vitro fertilization the Affordable Care Act does not list IVF as an “essential benefit” that insurers must provide.
ART is still a medical experiment. Or, as Zoll puts it “ART is a crap shoot.” In many cases, physicians don’t know why some couple succeed and others do not. No one keeps tabs on who wins and who loses. We have a National Joint Replacement Registry, a database of information that surgeons can consult as they learn why certain procedures work for certain patients while others go awry. But there is no official registry for in vitro fertilization—despite the fact it is an infant science shot through with uncertainties.
As Minnesota law professor Michele Goodwin and Judy Norsigian, Executive Director of Our Bodies Ourselves, warn in the Foreword to Cracked Open: “While the ‘better’ fertility centers now claim live birth rates of 50 percent or more, the national average remains at about one-third. It is easy to misinterpret pregnancy rates—which are high but often end in miscarriage—as live birth rates, which are much lower in comparison.”
Here are the facts: the most recent data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reveal I.V.F. failure rates as high as 68 to 78 percent in women ages 35 to 40, and 88 to 95 percent among women 40 to 44.
The Business of Making Babies
Meanwhile the “baby business” is a for-profit business. The industry’s mission statement is also a marketing statement: “It just takes one good egg.”
Little wonder that so many would-be parents are seduced. They want to believe that their doctor is a fairy-godfather who has just one desire: to make sure that they become parents.
“As a business, what makes the fertility industry unique is the combination of supply-side virtuousness and demand-side desperation,” writes Michael Cook, editor of Mercatornet. “The doctors and scientists who run the clinics can do no wrong. The women who want the babies will pay them whatever they charge.”
But fertility clinics are run by human beings. Some are more truthful than others.
Zoll’s First Visit to A Fertility Clinic
“Michael and I were nervous and excited,” Zoll recalls. “The clinic literature cited studies claiming, ‘Well over two-thirds of all couples seeking treatment for fertility- related problems become parents.’”
“It didn’t occur to us then to ask if this statistic meant that two-thirds of parents birthed their own babies or a donor egg or embryo baby, or if they became parents through adoption or surrogacy. We were as green as could be about what to expect and what to ask, and we were eager to hear how the doctors thought they might help us.”
“That first day, my husband and I met with two health care professionals, one who examined my female interior and another who walked us through the ins and outs of the medical aspects of fertility treatments.
“A marble egg sat on a little pedestal on both staff members’ desks, and at one point during our meetings they each held it between their thumb and index fingers. . . .They smiled and said, verbatim: ‘Like we say here at the clinic, it only takes one good egg to make a baby.’ It was obviously the clinic’s mission statement.
“I immediately thought that, if all we had to do was find one good egg, we were certainly the right candidates for the job. How hard could that be, really? . . . . I was in great mental and physical health. I exercised and practiced yoga regularly. I ate well. What more could a doctor ask from a patient?
“Little did I know that the process of finding one good egg would be a bit like panning for gold in a mine that had already been stripped of much of its bullion.”
The Silver Fox
A few weeks later, Zoll and her husband met with a veteran physician she would dub “The Silver Fox”.
After reading the couple’s medical records, he looked Zoll straight in the eye:
“‘The first thing I want to say is that you’re old.’”
“I winced as his words cut through me like a razor-sharp sword,” she remembers, “and then within a split second I found myself in a serious state of denial, fighting back the urge to tell him that he was the one with the white hair, not me. He was the old geezer in the room, not me. No sir, not me. All my life I had to convince people that I wasn’t as young as I appeared. I knew I was teetering on the brink of officially entering middle age, but I didn’t think I was there—yet.
“‘Women your age have a harder time conceiving, especially if they have endometriosis, like you,’” he continued. “‘You should have come to see me when you were thirty.’”
The Silver Fox Was Right
This veteran fertility specialist was horribly blunt. But he was right.
Endometriosis is an often painful disorder involving tissue that normally lines the uterus growing outside the uterus. While it can be treated, endometriosis can lower a woman’s chances of conceiving. The first doctor should have told her this.
This doesn’t mean that a woman diagnosed with endometriosis shouldn’t try in vitro fertilization. That is a personal decision. But a woman needs to know the truth about her chances so that she can make an informed choice.
Misconceptions that Zoll and Many Young Women Still Share
When Zoll saw the Silver Fox, she harbored high hopes. “I was confident that, since my mother had birthed me later in life, I would have no trouble doing the same thing. During that first meeting with the Silver Fox, I proudly told him that my mother had been thirty-nine years old when I was born.”
“‘Just because your mother did it doesn’t mean you will too’” he replied. “‘Do you think there’s a gene for birthing in middle age that your mother passed onto you?’”
“In response to that question, I distinctly remember that I blinked three times,” she writes.
“Um, yes, think me an idiot, but actually I did believe that since mom had done it I could do it. Why would I think otherwise? For decades, the Sunday New York Times and PEOPLE magazine had reported that it was possible to birth a baby later in life, and American pop culture is loaded with messages telling women that they can become pregnant when they are older. In the movie Parenthood, Mary Steenburgen and Dianne Wiest both play the role of older women who have no trouble birthing babies, and in Father of the Bride, a middle-aged Diane Keaton delivers a baby on the same day her 21-year-old daughter does. . .
“Year after year, the headlines and cultural messages screamed out: ‘Relax and sit back. You’ve got science on your side.’”
“But now this doctor was telling me that I might not have science on my side, after all. He was telling me that I had deluded myself with misinformation and false hopes about my own biology—and, according to global research, I am not alone . . . .
“In a survey of undergraduates in the United States conducted in 2012, two-thirds of women and 81 percent of men believed that female fertility did not markedly decline until after the age of 40. One-third of women and nearly half of men believed this marked decline occurred after the age of 44—an age at which an IVF cycle is least effective. A full 64 percent of men and 53 percent of women surveyed overestimated the chances of couples conceiving a child following only one IVF treatment. The study concluded that “the discrepancy between participant’s perceived knowledge and what is known regarding the science of reproduction is alarming and could lead to involuntary childlessness.”
Egg Donation—Borrowing Eggs From a Stranger
Ultimately, Zoll would meet a doctor who advised: “‘In a situation like yours, where your hormones are not stimulating the kind of egg production needed for pregnancy, we like to recommend that couples think about egg donation or adoption.’”
This was honest advice.
Reluctantly, Zoll explored the idea of finding a donor: “I first entertained the possibility of working with a donor egg agency after the second IVF cycle failed.”
“The very idea of Michael’s sperm fertilizing a stranger’s eggs and then having those embryos inserted into my uterus made me wince. But, given what the doctors had told us about the quality of my eggs early on, I wanted to be open to the idea of a donor—just in case. While some of the literature said there was great success with older women using younger women’s eggs, other data suggested just the opposite. Once again, it was a crapshoot: you either win or you lose, but the big question was, do you want to play the game?
Zoll Visits a Donor Website– “I Feel Like an Eggless Sociopath”
Zoll confides that “The first donor egg website I happened to stumble upon was a California agency where the majority of potential donors looked like contestants for the Miss California pageant. They were all slender, blonde, and buxom and their price tags were high, ranging from $8,000 to $10,000. Why did they call them donors, I wondered? I spent only five minutes on the site before I hastily clicked off.
“I felt like an eggless sociopath for even considering asking one of these young women to risk her health so that I might purchase her eggs. The vast majority of donors on this site and elsewhere in the United States were in their twenties. How and why do they decide to sell their eggs to someone like me? How do the donor agencies and these young women determine that their eggs are worth $8,000 while someone else’s eggs are worth only $5,000? Were blonde, blue-eyed donors always more expensive than brown-eyed, overweight donors? . . .
“We were told on more than one occasion that it is not unheard of for infertile Ivy League alums to post a classified ad in campus publications offering up to $100,000 for an egg donor with high SAT scores, 36-24-36 body measurements, and a penchant for Mozart.”
Capitalism Sets a Price for Eggs, Depending on A Woman’s Bloodline
“One thing this boom in fertility medicine has done is to help us apply an economic value to women’s reproductive labor,” Zoll writes. “This may or may not be a good thing, depending on how you look at it.
“In today’s U.S. marketplace, a woman’s egg is valued at anywhere between $5,000 to $100,000 or more, depending on her bloodline. On average, though, let’s say an egg is worth between $5,000 and $10,000.
“Some people think it is immoral to put a price tag on genetic material and women’s reproductive hardware and capabilities. But, considering that the global fertility industry generates billions of dollars a year, why not calculate women’s economic contributions, too?”
Zoll makes a reasonable point. Pharmaceutical companies are paid a fortune for fertility drugs. Why shouldn’t the women who donate their eggs cash in too?
Like Zoll, I, personally, am appalled by the idea of commerce that traffic in womens’ eggs. But men regularly sell their sperm. Shouldn’t women be able peddle their eggs?
Here’s the difference: when men donate sperm they take no risk. By contrast harvesting eggs from a women’s body is an invasive procedure and can affect their health. The drugs the donor must take are potent. Particularly when researchers are paying for the eggs, poor women may be exploited.
The Silver Fox Returns
After Miriam’s second IVF cycle failed, she and Michael bravely advanced to a third. And finally, she became pregnant.
Then the Silver Fox gave her the news. “‘The heartbeat is weak. . . You’ll miscarry within a week, most likely.’’ He told her this as he was leaving the office.
Inconsolable, Miriam and Michael embarked on a fourth IVF cycle, using “new super-drugs.” This time, thet chose a young fertility doctor who leveled with them, explaining that “a female baby is born with millions of egg follicles that dwindle to about 400,000 by the time she reaches puberty.” But by the time she is 40, “’what remains are the eggs that were never very healthy in the first place.’”
“‘The strong ones leave the roost early,’ he explained. “‘The robust eggs want to move out. They want to meet the sperm. The weaker ones stay behind.’
Nevertheless, Zoll writes, “he was unable to resist the temptation of his clinic’s mantra.” And so he continued: “’Of course, that’s not to say that you don’t have some good eggs left.'”
After 10 days of shots, vitamins and suppositories, Miriam went for her first ultrasound appointment. She remembers what the technicians said as she greased the probe and slid it into her vagina: “‘Well let’s see what’s happening in there.’”
The examination didn’t take long: “‘Okay, that’s it.’”
“‘That was fast’,” I said as I stood up.
“‘There’s nothing there,’ she said. ‘The doctor will call you.’”
Borrowing A Dozen Very Expensive Eggs
Finally, Zoll overcame her reservations and decided to look for an egg donor. She and Michael picked two. When doctors screened the first one, it turned out that she was infertile. That cost Miriam and Michael $4,000.
Then the clinic explained that it couldn’t screen the second donor until it received another $4,000.
“‘But that’s ridiculous,’” Zoll told the nurse. “‘The second donor just completed a cycle at a reputable hospital clinic that produced a pregnancy. Why can’t you use their tests?’ ”
“‘Well, we have to run our own tests,” the nurse replied. Finally, she explained “‘you have to realize that we have to make money somehow. These tests can’t be free.’”
Because Zoll put up a fight, the clinic eventually waived the fee. The donor was screened, and the doctor retrieved 12 eggs that were fertilized with Michael’s sperm.
Then they got the news that crushed them, once again. None of the 12 eggs fertilized.
No One is Accountable
Zoll recalls her conversation with the doctor: “It’s really quite shocking to us,’ he said in that tone we had heard before. It was the tone that implied that the clinic was not responsible for the outcome, and I suppose that in many ways, they weren’t. Doctors could try to control nature, but they couldn’t manipulate it completely.”
Still, the clinic has approved the donor. Now, the doctor was saying “‘there is likely something wrong with the donor’s eggs. . . . . . I do hope you will try another donor cycle, but I don’t recommend that you use this woman again .. . Given the drugs she was taking, she should have produced many more eggs than she did.’”
“I didn’t say a word, I just sat there listening,” Zoll recalls. “Our donor had helped another couple become pregnant only a few months earlier. Maybe she should have taken more time off between cycles before working with us. Why hadn’t the doctors flagged the possibility that her reproductive system was oversaturated with drugs that were likely wreaking havoc on her ovaries?”
At this point Zoll realizes that “We had spent thousands of dollars on IVF and even more on the donor egg process, and through it all, no one was accountable for the outcomes. The clnics were not accountable. The pharmaceutical companies that made the drugs the donor and I ingested were not accountable. . . .
“Thousands of dollars earlier this same doctor had told us that Donor #2 was a fine candidate. . . . Now. . . he was encouraging us to spend more money and select a different donor, perhaps a younger donor, or a donor with purple eyes and blue hair , who might give us a better yield. What kind of wishy-washy medicine was this?”
Still, Zoll admits: “We had willingly and under no duress paid ridiculous amounts of money for access to medical technologies that we were sure would work. and did not. We paid for the chance to hope. We paid for the chance to try.
“We were the only ones who are accountable.”
Of course, Zoll is right. But still, the question of accountability haunts medicine. When a patient submits to medical treatment, there are no guarantees and no warrantees. If he is unhappy with the results of an operation, he cannot return it. If the patient dies, the surgeon and the hospital still must be paid.
This is because most of medicine is still such an uncertain science, fraught with unknowns. If hospitals and physicians were paid only when they were successful many, if not most, would only take the easiest cases.
But this is all the more reason why patients need to be fully informed about risks and the odds of success before they choose a course of treatment.
Instead, Silence Reinforces the Fairy-Tales
When treatments fail, Zoll writes, “most couples never want to talk about it. And who could blame them. There was a cultural taboo—reinforced by the clinics themselves, that we shouldn’t talk about our infertility or our miscarriages or the inability of science to solve our reproductive health challenges. It was that absence of truth-telling that made the success stories sensationalized in the media so dangerously misleading.”
It is terribly important that couples tell the truth about their experiences. At the end of her book, Zoll explains: “By sharing my experience, I’m hoping that others will begin to speak out and share theirs, whether treatments were successful or not. For those still recovering, I invite you to cast off your silence and contribute to expanding an open and honest consumer-driven discussion about these life-altering technologies. Men and women contemplating fertility treatments need to hear your perspective . . . By sharing your experiences you can help create a more balanced perspective.”
Best of all, Zoll points readers to a place where “If you would like to share information about your experience, please visit the voluntary registry at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center. (I am far from suprised that Dartmouth has taken on this task. It remains one of the most patient-centered institutions in the nation.)
How Does the Story End? A Postscript
I won’t disclose whether a child ever found Miriam and Michael. It is their story, and I don’t want to spoil the ending. Cracked Open is available in paperback and it’s an excellent read.
If you pick up the book, you will find out, among other things, how they met, and, perhaps most importantly, why they didn’t marry in their 20s.
Here, I would like to add a postscript.
Cracked Open is meant as a cautionary tale for women who may think that they should first become successful in their careers, then plan to have a child when they turn 40. Both media and market hype have convinced many that they can plan a pregnancy when they choose. The CDC’s numbers reveal that this just isn’t true.
I should add that the story of Michael and Miriam’s roller-coaster relationship when they were in their 20s convinces me that if they had married then, they would have divorced within a few years.
Miriam acknowledges that she wasn’t ready for marriage: “This kind of ‘push-me-pull-me’ love eventually ended our relationship and helped motivate me to begin therapy. Difficulties from childhood were now spilling over into my life. I needed to make sense of it all.”This was an excellent reason to delay marriage and children. A great many twenty-somethings—women as well as men—are not ready for marriage and parenthood.
When writing about Cracked Open, I worried that this tale could send a 33-year-old single woman (or her mother) into a panic –though I know this is not Zoll’s intention. Cracked Open is not urging women to let the “tick-tock” of their biological clocks rush them into marriage.
Delaying motherhood because you’re caught on a fast-track and just don’t know how to get off is one thing. Postponing children until you and the right person find each other at the right time is another.
Not everyone would agree with me. Zoll reports that “an article published a few years ago in the British Medical Journal, advised women to start having children before they turn 30: “Surveys of older mothers show that half say they delayed because they had not yet met a suitable partner. Maybe instead of waiting for Mr. Right they ought to wait for Mr. Good-Enough, if they want children.”
If Mr. Good-Enough means “he doesn’t earn as much as my sister’s husband– but we have such a good time together, and I know he’ll be a great father,” that’s fine. But if it means that when you think about spending 30 or 40 years with him, you sigh . . . all I can say is “don’t do it.”
I have known so many women who found the right husband after 35. Out of nowhere, he appears. When that happens, it’s not a difficult decision. You recognize each other.
At that point, women have many options including in vitro fertilization, finding an egg donor, and adoption. Not long ago, a friend who met her husband in her late 30s told me: “When I turned 40, I realized I could take $20,000 and go to a fertility clinic. Or I could take the same $20,000, go to Russia and adopt a child.” She has never regretted her decision.
Those are not a woman’s only options. Some will decide that rather than struggling to become the perfect 40-something mother, they would prefer to become the perfect aunt. It’s a personal choice, not a medical decision.