I would have laughed if someone had told me that my housekeeper would be the solution to ten years of heartache. Or even shed a tear. My life was a recurring pattern of medical appointments, hormone injections, unrealistic expectations, and silent crying into my pillow every month when the test result was negative for 10 agonising years. I was excited and full of hope when I got married at the age of 27. My spouse and I immediately desired a family. When it didn’t occur the first year, we weren’t concerned.
“Calm down; it will happen,” they said. However, year after year went by. I went to baby showers wearing fake grins, saw my friends’ bellies swell, and heard my in-laws ask when I would have a grandchild. Each time, the test results were “normal”. The term “unexplained infertility”, which the doctors used, didn’t reassure me. We experimented with IVF, herbal teas, traditional healers, and costly overseas therapies… CONTINUE READING
