It was 9.30pm as the doctor walked my husband and me out of his office. It was New Year’s Eve 2022 – he should have closed his clinic eight hours ago.
“In the next 30 minutes, you need to decide if you want to go ahead with fertility preservation so we can start the process today,” he said.
A small laugh escaped me even though I was not amused about the situation. I was tired, it had been a long few weeks, and I was still recovering from two surgeries to remove the lump in my left breast.
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