Chapter 14

I kept going to fertility appointments alone.
Not because I was trying for a baby.
Because I wanted my body back from everyone else’s opinions.
Dr. Patel, my reproductive endocrinologist, was kind.
Direct.
She confirmed again that my results were healthy.
Then said something I never forgot.
“You are more than your ability to carry a child. But I understand why you needed proof after being told otherwise.”
I cried in her office.
She handed me tissues like she had done it a thousand times.
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She probably had.
Women are often handed shame before they are handed answers.