Happy Father’s Day to all you great dads and dads-to-be! As a daughter of the the best dad ever, I can tell you that has been a significant part of who I am today. My dad and I have a special bond that I will always cherish and I thank him for being the first man to ever love me. My father-in-law is also an amazing dad, who has raised Eamonn to be a strong, loveable, and sensitive man. If Eamonn has learned from his dad even half of what it means to be a father, then I have complete confidence that he will be a terrific dad to our children. Eamonn has also been learning about fatherhood through his 3 older brothers-in-law who are incredibly dedicated and loving fathers to my 8 and nephews. It has been such a pleasure watching all of them become dads.
This post is written by Eamonn himself, sharing his thoughts about some day becoming a dad and what that means for both of us. Eamonn is the most amazing person I have ever known, and an even better husband, and I know that our kids would grow up wanting to be just like him, and that makes me the proudest, happiest, some-day mom.
My students and I have just finished up the school year by releasing the bugs they have carefully cared for over the past few weeks, patiently watching and feeding silkworms and waiting for them to emerge from cocoons, blasting stomp rockets as high as we can, and having a top secret pizza party to reward the students who won my “Tournament of Mystery.” It’s been exhausting, but I wouldn’t pass up a minute of it. Through my six years as aand my growing role as an uncle, I’ve come to realize how much I love kids. I love how inquisitive they are. I love the concern that they can show for people when they sense that others need it. I love to see their faces light up when they experience something exciting for the first time. I love how they can do or say things that make me crack up, often without even meaning to. Perhaps most of all, I love how they allow me to stay young. As challenging as adult life is and will continue to be, I can still find a way to indulge in that simple youthful joy.
As I mentioned, I’m a teacher. I currently teach science to students in grades K-3. I also have three nieces and five nephews. It’s fair to say that most of the people I encounter on a daily basis are age 9 or under. And I love that. Not only do I have lots of fun working with kids and playing with my nieces and nephews, but all this experience has taught me a lot about how to handle kids. I often find myself thinking what a great dad I’ll make some day, since I’ve got a bit of a head start on most other men (though I do occasionally worry that I’ll fall into the trap of repeating some of the dumb mistakes I see some of my students’ parents make).
There’s one problem though: my CF makes our decision to have kids far more complicated than it is for the average couple. Firstly, there are physical problems. Most men with CF cannot conceive children naturally. The process to have one’s own children is complex, not always covered by insurance and not guaranteed to be successful. However, this is one of the most easily resolved problems we face. Either we want our own biological children and we invest the time, energy and money to take that route, or we adopt children. To be honest, I know that I cannot even begin to imagine the wonder of holding a tiny little human of your own creation in your hands. However, Elana and I both at times feel that there are more than enough children in the world who need parents and a good home, and that maybe adoption would be best route anyway.
There is an additional ethical consideration of having our own biological children, which is that of passing on my CF gene. Elana has yet to be tested to see if she is a carrier of CF. If she is, we’d have a three-in-four chance of having a with CF, a one-in-four chance of having a child who is a CF carrier, and 0% chance of having a child with no CF genes. Even if Elana is not a carrier, which is the most likely scenario, then any child we would have would be a carrier. In other words, we’d be simply passing on the burden of carrying and potentially passing on a CF gene to our children. If our child were to fall in love with and want to have children with another carrier, they’d be facing the same dilemmas we are. If we really want to end CF, perhaps that must involve stopping the transmission of the gene on to future generations.
While these tough questions give us plenty to consider in regards to having children, they pale in comparison to our greatest concern. As you know, I’m listed for a lung transplant, but my health has been relatively stable since I was listed. With luck and hard work, I will be able to put off a transplant for some time still. However, it is in all likelihood imminent. Once I’m transplanted, I’m very confident that I will enjoy wonderful health and a return to normalcy, as transplant outcomes are constantly improving. However, no one knows the upper limit of how long one can survive after a transplant. Certainly some live twenty years and beyond with new lungs, and I’m always wondering what medical advances will be made in the future that will allow me to prolong the life of my new lungs (there’s even the absurd thought that someday I’ll be able to just swallow a spoonful of stem cells and just come out , as if that’s how they work). But what it all comes down to is that my future is uncertain, and that greatly complicates the question of having children. No matter how much I love kids and how confident I am in my healthy and successful future, I cannot ignore the fear of leaving Elana a widowed mother someday, and that’s perhaps one of the scariest things about being an adult with CF.
I don’t want to give the impression that we’re around the corner from having kids. I think if we found out tomorrow that Elana was pregnant, we’d completely freak out. Thankfully, these decisions are still a few years off, and hopefully we’ll have a chance to have a parenting test-run with a dog soon. But these are real issues, that are ever present, sometimes as an elephant in the room, sometimes as a tiny mouse, but always there nonetheless. I’m confident, however. When I say that my future is uncertain, I don’t necessarily mean that negatively. One of my favorite sayings, which I’d like to think I live by is “The future is unwritten”. There are no foregone conclusions, even when the world seems to suggest them constantly. I plan on living to a ripe old age, hopefully with my kids and grandkids around me. And someday, maybe I’ll be a super-fun grandfather, launching rockets and digging up bugs with my grandchildren. But for now, there is a lot that remains undecided, and the best thing for me to do is to wake up every day and go out there and be the best uncle and teacher and husband I can be.