Months after I had given up on fertility treatments, I visited a new gynecologist for a routine exam. When he heard the diagnosis (premature ovarian failure) rendered by a specialist at one of Manhattan's pre-eminent fertility clinics, he scoffed, "You're awfully young for that." I told him my husband Joe and I were launched on an adoption search, but he ignored me. Instead he palpated here, suggested we snip a sample for a biopsy there, then asked, eyes glowing with expectation, "Would you do anything to have a baby?" His confident expression dimmed when I answered firmly, "No, I would not."
...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
