🥚 The Most Expensive Eggs I’ve Ever Paid For

Let me tell you something: the cost of eggs in today’s economy is outrageous.

Grocery store eggs? Up.

Brunch eggs? Sky-high.

But the eggs I’m talking about? Whew.

These are not your average Grade A, pasture-raised, non-GMO scrambleables.

These are Khira’s personal, potentially future-baby-carrying, fought-for-with-tears-in-my-eyes eggs.

And honey... they cost more than a Beyoncé ticket and rent combined.

From Food Prices to Fertility

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I was instantly thrust into survival mode.

But between scheduling scans, doctor visits, and Googling every medical term I could barely pronounce, something else hit me like a hormone shot to the gut:

Do I want to be a mother one day?

And if I do...

What happens to that dream once chemotherapy starts wrecking my body from the inside out?

Doctors don’t sugarcoat it. Treatment can affect your fertility, possibly forever.

And before I could even fully wrap my head around having cancer, I had to make a major life decision:

Do I want to preserve my fertility?

Spoiler alert:

There’s no time to “think it over.” It’s either do this now or leave it up to chance.

Egg Freezing Ain’t Cheap

Fertility preservation is a beautiful option. But it’s also a painfully expensive one.

I was incredibly blessed that my clinic worked with me:

I got free medication (a literal miracle).
I received half off the fertility treatment itself.

But even with discounts, we’re still talking thousands of dollars...Fast.

Like, “Can I take out a loan on my hope?” fast.

So I did what most of us would do: I reached out for help.

Denials and Gut Punches

I applied to every organization I could find.

Filled out forms.

Typed out my diagnosis story over and over again.

Submitted pay stubs, bank statements, hopes, dreams, and tears.

And still, the rejections came in:

“You make too much money.”
“You’re not sick enough yet.”

Sick enough?! I have cancer.

Too stable?! I’m a teacher—not a tech exec.

No one is financially prepared to drop $4,000+ in a few weeks to chase the chance of a future family.Especially not while already trying to afford staying alive.

The Real Cost of the Dream

I had to decide:

Do I delay treatment and try to save more money?
Do I give up the dream of becoming a mom someday?
Do I just leave it all in God's hands and move forward?

It was a whirlwind of insurance calls, begging, bargaining, crying with strangers on the phone, and feeling like I had to prove I was worthy of motherhood.

No one talks about this part.

About the silent grief.

The aching hope.

The pressure to choose between life now... and life you might want later.

So... I Bought the Eggs

I made the decision.

I did the preservation.

And as I type this, I’m in the middle of finishing the egg freezing process before starting cancer treatment.

It's been one of the most emotionally and financially exhausting things I've ever done.

But I did it.

And if a baby ever comes from one of those tiny, microscopic, pain-in-the-wallet eggs?

That child better know I cried, scraped, hustled, prayed, and fought like hell to bring them into possibility.

Because those were, hands down...

The Most Expensive Eggs I’ve Ever Paid For.

💛 If You’re Facing This Too...

You're not alone.

There ARE organizations that help, even if not every door opens.

Ask. Apply. Advocate. Cry if you need to.

And remember: your dreams matter—even in survival mode.

To my little maybe-future-human out there:

You’re already so loved.

And baby... you were not cheap.

With all my cracked, scrambled, sunny-side soul

—Khira 🖤